Long bouts of tears always come my way when I've finished watching Moulin Rouge (which I finally own, thanks to Alex). It's honestly ridiculous. I weep every time anyone strings the words "come", "what", and "may" together in a sentence. After watching it as many times as I have, I should have developed some sort of immunity to Christian gripping Satine and saying he can't go on without her, though. I just want to burst onto the scene and pat his head. Fervently. After this many times, I really should stop giggling in bliss every time they dance on the rooftop. "Like a Virgin" should cease to make me wince, appalled at the ugliness. And after watching it this many times, I still kick myself in the head for thinking the Duke was just a harmless fool.
Watch out, Satine!
I think perhaps my bouts of tears stem from the guilt of not noticing, not warning her about him in the first place.
I should have known!