Christian, a young Bohemian poet living in 1899 Paris, defies his father by joining the colorfully diverse clique inhabiting the dark, fantastical underworld of Paris' now legendary Moulin Rouge. In this seedy but glamorous haven of sex, drugs and newly-discovered electricity, the poet-innocent finds himself plunged into a passionate but ultimately tragic love affair with Satine, the club's highest paid star and the city's most famous courtesan. Their romance is played out against the infamous club -- a meeting place of high and low, where slumming aristocrats and the fashionably rich mingle with workers, artists, bohemians, actresses and courtesans.
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Famous Quotes
Christian: Love? Above all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love!

Satine: What's his type? Wilting flower? Bright and bubbly? Or smoldering temptress?
Zidler: I'd say... smoldering temptress.

Christian: Can't fall in love? But a life without love, that's terrible!
Satine: No, living on the streets, that’s terrible!

Christian: Love is a many-splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love!
Satine: Please, don’t start that again.

[Both singing]
Christian: I was made for lovin' you, baby, you were made for lovin' me!
Satine: The only way of lovin' me, baby, is to pay a lovely fee!

[Before kissing Christian.]
Satine: You're going to be bad for business. I can tell.

Christian: Then I'll write a song and we'll put it in the show and whenever you sing it or hear it or whistle or hum it, then you'll know. It'll mean that we love one another.

Nini (cluing the Duke in): This ending’s silly. Why would the courtesan go for the penniless writer? Oops! I mean sitar player.

The Duke (about the play): Why shouldn't the courtesan choose the maharaja?!
Christian (forgetting the play): Because she doesn't love you!

Toulouse-Lautrec: Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being.

Christian: Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love!

Satine: Tell our story Christian That way we will always be together.

Christian: Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I sat down at my typewriter and wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all these things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End.