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“Lady, just because there are whores on the Screen, you don’t have to smell like one.”
This was just weird, gross and very annoying.
I went to see Moulin Rouge on Sunday. (It was pretty good, thanks for asking. The visual imagery was stunning and the frenetic pace nicely complimented the dense multi-layered visuals) in a fairly crowded theater.
However, about one out of three times when we saw the ladies of negotiable virtue, the woman behind me would trowel on another layer of perfume. I’m not sure what she hoped to accomplish, other than an attempt at recreating Smell-O-Rama to generate the ambience of the Moulin Rouge.
The dancers come out to “Lady Marmalade” and I’d hear a spritzing sound and get a whiff of rotting flowers and bubblegum.
They’re trying to convince the Duke to fund the show. < spritz, spritz >, < snifffff? >, < gag, retch >
Nichole Kidman is singing with whatshisname on the roof and whatshisname…Christan is professing his love to her. < spritz, spritz >, < snifffff? >, < gag, retch >
The Duke takes Kidman and Christian on a picnic. < spritz, spritz >, < snifffff? >, < gag, retch >
The Duke does dinner with Kidman. < spritz, spritz >, < snifffff? >, < gag, retch >
The big Latin dance number < spritz, spritz >, < Fenris thinks: "Oh no. Not again. >, :: holds breath ::, < time passes >, :: holds breath some more ::, <gasps, inhales stench>, < gag, retch >
During the “Show” < spritz, spritz >, < thinks: "Oh no. Not again. > :: Fenris tries to breath through shirt ::, :: holds breath some more :: <gasps, inhales stench>, < gag, retch >
And before anyone asks, it’s because there was no place to move to, and the person that I was with hates it when I get management, or make a fuss, or confront someone in public, that’s why.
So, Fuck You Stinky Bitch. Fuck your stench. If you’d bathe, you probably wouldn’t need to pour on perfume. And if you were less of a skanky ‘ho’, you wouldn’t think that dousing yourself in chemicals would get your boyfriend to pay more attention to you.
Bitch
Fenris