I loved this movie. in fact, my eyes still hurt from crying so bad. I have more than a bit of Empathy. It was a story about love, freedom, truth, and beauty. a tradety. Its more than a bit short.

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The Courtesan and Her Lover

I was there with my mother and father. A happily married couple that wanted to introduce me to the theater. I knew what it was, I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t like the other girls. I listened. I read, wrote, listened to a man read to his girlfriend. I saw everything that went around me. I was the only one who truly saw what went on in the Moulin Rouge. As soon as I saw the money, the man, and the woman...Satine. When all was silent. I knew it wasn’t a show anymore. My suspicion of when she had lost her breath and the ‘Maharaja’ moved forward a bit was confirmed. There was something inside her that was killing, dying, ravaging for release. Then the man left. Angry, sad, broken. He glanced at me, not knowing what to do. I suddenly realized that everything he believed in was crushed by that woman. Behind the make up, deep red dress, I was a true Revolution Child. A true Bohemian at heart. I mouthed four words to him, ‘Truth, Freedom, beauty, love’. He kept walking, trying to stay on track. Suddenly, Satine started to sing. A desperate song that in which I could feel the man waver. All too soon, they were both singing. Love still in their eyes and elevated up by it.

I watched with slight amusement as the Duke went forward, only to be brought down by the Maharaja, brought down by a fist. The Duke grabbed the gun again, aiming it...only to have the curtain fall. It was clear who his target was. The man who fell in love with the courtesan. The one that fell in love with a woman who had to sell herself. The man the Courtesan, in turn, loved him.

I closed my eyes. I heard sobbing. Heart wrenching sobbing. Her time had come and she was gone. Gone forever in Paris. Gone forever to this world. I opened my eyes and found my way to the back of the stage. In a field of beautiful petals, the lovers sat. one cried, one died.

“No.” I heard myself say.

The Maharaja looked at me, tears in his eyes.

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this.” I whispered, my voice suddenly loud and heard all around.

The Sitar, my favorite character of all, nodded his head. Tears streaming down his white painted face. Things were never supposed to end in tragedy. The only time is when it was already known. When the part was already done and finished. Satine had only begun her life. Her life with her lover.

I wasn’t sure what to do? Pull the crying man away from him or let him mourn over an empty shell? I couldn’t decide. Sometimes Mourning is the best way to mend a broken heart. And the rest... It makes it worse.

Another sob shook me out of my stupor, bringing back the sounds of clapping. They would never understand. I was with them. I would never understand how deep the love between this Courtesan and her Lover was. To overcome all obstacles.

“Come what may.” I sang softly.

The Irony of it all. He would love her until the end of time and she until her dying day. He would feel her around him for the rest of his life, wanting her to leave...then stay.

“ The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” It was like I was giving myself my own commentary.

How the man was sobbing, begging, trying to wake her. Before I knew it, the Sitar and I were crying together, feeling the man’s pain.

Death would always be a present in this world. We can only hope for a better life in the next. A life where they would find each other. Where we could find ourselves before its too late. Before our heart broke. Before we could fall into darkness.

My god. Could I get anymore dramatic?Of course I can, but i'll just leave it at this.

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