I got my first noise complaint in an apartment from playing this one too loud. I loved it. I loved the style the performances and the archetypal love story. Great music covers and surprisingly good singing from Kidman and McGregor. Triumph of style over substance if that can ever be a good thing.
I'm very conflicted about Baz Luhrmann. He definitely has a unique flair and his films are beautiful to look at. But the story here was so unbearably "fromage" that I was squirming to get out of the theatre. A woman in the front row was bawling her eyes out by the end which cracked me up. I know that people who love this film are quite rabid in their passion for it, but this just wasn't my cup of tea.