I finally went and saw The Great Gatsby at the pictures last night and I am glad that I did.
First up, was it spectacular cinema? What Baz Lurhmann film isn’t?
Look at it this way, when you have more special effects crew than cast, and enough to populate a small town, with Baz Lurhmann and the fabulous Catherine Martin at the helm, how can it be anything else?
But what of the story?
If I was irritated by Gatsby’s repetitive fondness for the phrase “old sport,” bandied about like Kevin Rudd trying out Australianisms to suck up to voters at a barbeque, then at least Buchanan took him to task over his right to its utterance. Fair suck of the sav, we get that it’s an idiologism of the 1920s, we see that it’s the 1920s, what more do you want?
As Nick Caraway says of Daisy and Tom Buchanan at the end, “They were careless people.” Did I care about these characters?
Daisy had a heart, for sure, and Nick too. It took me a while to warm to Jay Gatsby, and it wasn’t really until he revealed his love for lost love Daisy, and thus began unravelling in his pursuit of her, that I cared indeed for Gatsby himself. By the end, who did I care most for? Nick, and Gatsby himself. I’m interested in anybody who chases and does all he or she can for love.
Will I watch The Great Gatsby again? Thinking about it.
Does seeing this latest cinematic reinterpretation make me want to read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s original novel?