Moulin Rouge was, to be perfectly honest, exactly what I'd expected. It was a good film, sumptuously made, just odd enough to puzzle the mainstream while not being odd enough to be truly, or even moderately, arthouse. It lurked somewhere in that Baz-Luhrmann-space, between Strictly Ballroom and Romeo and Juliet. It had a sort of horrifically greasy glamour that was all his and just right.

It was a lot of fun, and very slick. I enjoyed it. I think my father went to sleep. But that's only to be expected, really.

And Nicole Kidman had the most beautiful dress I've ever seen in my life. Most of her clothes were gorgeous, but that red thing...

Meep!