Tonight I went to see the
Moulin Rouge.
Not the original of course, but the film, starring Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor.
I will spare the reader of any pain a review of the movie would provoke. Many are available. Suffice to say that I, who hate musicals of any kind; I, who was destined to hate the formulaic, (though Shakespearean) plot; absolutely loved it.
This is not the point.
The point is that during the movie, while the two characters are laughing like children at their love, two separate groups of people got up and left the theater.
Walking out of the movie I heard another person whine "I didn't hear that Lady Marmalade song ONCE in that whole movie!."
So when I went home, and heard on the news that a little girl was raped and killed in a small town, I couldn't help but draw similarities. People wonder why the news is so depressing.
No one likes to hear about love, because no one truly seems to have it.