By far one of the most fantastical, craziest, most lovestruck movie I've ever seen. Baz Luhrmann is either crazy or a genius, or both, but the movie is brilliant. Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman give brilliant performances, Jim Broadbent hams it up in some very silly facial hair, and the songs are perfect. Pity Luhrmann's Australia wasn't quite up to snuff.
I liked this movie despite the overly campy choice of reworking modern songs to fit the theme. I think that was really my one complaint. Other than that, I quite liked the overblown charm and gaudy costumes. The doomed love story is trite, its true, but here, it is told with such enthusiasm, I couldn't help but fall right in.
My friend and I saw this in theaters, we both wanted to leave about 15 minutes in, except that we assumed that the other was enraptured in it, so neither of us wanted to offend the other leading to our watching the entire thing then throwing our hands up in disgust as we walked out.
I'm genuinely shocked at how leaden, squirm-inducing, unwatchable and fundamentally ghastly this is. The fact this childishly amateurish trash was successful says a lot about the times we live in. Luhrmann's ballroom flick was OK, I suppose, but this is as embarrassing as his Shakespeare travesty. Steer clear at all costs.