The Substance of Trust

I'm watching Moulin Rouge, great flick, and I'm seeing the other side of something for once. Satine's words and actions completely belie one another. She confesses her love, nevertheless she stumbles into the Duke's bedchamber.

It's dramatic and poetic that the writer become jealous. It moves the story forward. It is also, frankly, impossible to envision the fabric of the story unfolding any other way.

Her words, which are welcome; contradict her actions, which are untenable. Trust in the face of such chaotic logic doesn't stand a chance. (Wow, personal-history-subtext much...)

Anyway. Worth the five minutes it took to expound upon. Cheers.