Images explode from the screen like corks from champagne bottles, working girls flirt with Jeans, and the dance halls are alive with the sound of music. You want innovation, look no further than this exercise in pop rock with its kitsch choreography, stunning camerawork and spastic editing. You want beef with your bearnaise, forget about it.
Music breaks the time barrier between present and past.
Whenever, wherever, it's all about shaking your booty. The welcome wagon arrives when a portly thespian falls through the ceiling of his cheap transient hotel. But they're not getting anywhere without a writer. Though torn between her purse and heartstrings, Satine must also consider her colleagues' welfare lest the mustache-stroking duke close the show and foreclose on Zidler's property. But the duke, a gullible fop, is no competition for the idealistic and persistent Christian.