A never-prettier Nicole Kidman entrances hunkily soulful Ewan McGregor in an orgasmic swirl of color, design and pop music from mad Aussie Baz Luhrmann. In the age of Media Cool, this recklessly romantic burst of kinetic excess offended nice sensibilities even as it launched other viewers into rapture. I'm with the rapt. The movie asks, Moulin Rouge-ez avec moi ce soir? I say, Sure. All night long.