Hello, old friends. It’s been a while. My reviews have clearly been on hiatus, but honestly, there haven’t been many films worth reviewing. Until NOW. The Great Gatsby. The movie we’ve all been waiting for…or, well, all English majors have been waiting for. And I can truthfully and emphatically attest: it was worth the wait.
I’m sure you’re all familiar with the director, Baz Luhrmann. He’s put forth a number of interesting projects including Romeo + Juliet (you know, the one with little Leo and Claire Danes – and Michael from Lost as a drag queen). And of course there’s Moulin Rouge, a film I always found sour. It’s just TOO much. Too much color, too much dazzle, too much can-can. But that’s Luhrmann in a nutshell. He strives for excess. He exhausts your senses. He does no less in Gatsby. However, for a story like Gatsby, one set in an excessive era and filled with excessive people, a story that ultimately condemns both – well, Luhrmann found his masterpiece.
It’s almost my bedtime, so I have to make this brief, but Leonard DiCaprio shined, both literally and figuratively. He exceeded all expectations I set for Gatsby, and for the first time, the character actually lived on screen (sorry Robert Redford). Carey Mulligan was equally charming, forcing the audience to sympathize with her Daisy, a feat not easily achieved. Tobey Maguire was good, but I could only see Spiderman, so perhaps not quite as effective.
As for Jay-Z’s ensemble of tunes, it worked for me. The music is as anachronistic as one would expect from a Luhrmann film, a blend of Lana del Ray, Andre 3000, and Florence Welch. A match for the glitz-and-glamour visuals.
This movie will be polarizing, there’s no doubt about that, but for the first time in my life, I’m on Luhrmann’s side. If you’re a Fitzgerald purist, perhaps skip this time around, but if you’re in for a spectacle, grab those 3D glasses and hold on.
For The Great Gatsby, I’d pay a total of $9. That’s the average price of a suburban movie ticket!