Saturday, March 3, 2012

Dear Moulin Rouge,

You are a wack ass movie. And, mildly seizure-inducing. Also, my critical deconstruction and introductory feminist film analysis make you a troublesome piece of cinema. (Really, you are troublesome regardless of that. The jump cuts make me a little dizzy.).

That said: EWAN MCGREGOR.


love,
hannah

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