Brassai photo from Paris by Night (1933), part of a series of photographs of night club goers in Paris of all types, surprisingly lacking in much judgment at all. (Which hurts me to say every time because of all the photo history classes I’ve taken…there is always judgment, but this is seriously minimal.)
genre swap → MOULIN ROUGE as a film that doesn’t rip out your heart and tear it to pieces
omg NGL at the beginning I thought the entire film was going to be a comedy and then at the end I was almost crying and screaming “OMG WHYYYYYYYYYYYY SATINE COME BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK” at my TV. :”)
I still follow the Willow Rosenberg method of watching the movie: Stop when the curtains fall. Movie is fucking over! Happy ending, thank you very much!
Other ending? What other ending?
FanSatine’s consumption is cured and she, Christian, and everyone who isn’t the Duke lives happily ever after.
The Duke has to take Satine’s place on stage.
Trading the Duke’s life for Satine’s life? I can deal.