Baz Luhrmann disguised dog shit as chocolate and tried to sell it to me as a hot fudge sundae.

Rating: 1/10 (31 July 2018)

I have seen this lousy apology for a cinematic-suicide only because I thought it's about hookers who sleep with half the city because they going to be on the breadline.
Instead, I was punished with the story of two lovebirds who are too stupid to communicate with each other. They stold two hours of my life with a story that is more holey than a Swiss cheese, stinks more than an old mold cheese left for 3 weeks on the heater and pictures that were filmed so strange that it feels like someone would spank me with Picasso's.
The costumes and sets are really beautiful, but you have no way to enjoy them, because the pseudo art-house style that penetrates the movie from all sides makes it absolutely horrible.
I like all the actors and that makes it even worse because it feels like your best friend spit in your face again and again.
I hate this movie from beginning to end with every cell of my body. It's most likely made from the fires of hell was torturing me and the sooner I manage to forget that musical puke the faster I move towards to inner peace.