'Camille'

Apparently, Greta Garbo's favorite of her films.

Ah, the old story of the naive guy who falls in love with the prostitute, who herself is in need of money, but is in love with the man, too. Third parties step in and convince the prostitute to break up with the guy, in his best interest. The man is angered. He acts desperately bringing shame on the woman only to realize nearly too late that she broke up against her true wishes.

Then she dies of the consumption. Of course.

This inspired the latest version of "Moulin Rouge," for the entirety of the plot. Both were set on turn-of-the-century Paris, which seemed like an awesome time to be alive. Women were loose. Drugs were hard. The cognac and absinthe flowed like wine. Good times. Rich guys could go out to see burlesque shows, get laid and be no worse for the wear.

Except consumption. But that seemed to attack prostitutes at a very high clip.