The Great Gatsby
based on the novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald
I have an odd relationship with Baz Luhrmann’s filmography. While I do enjoy Moulin Rouge and scream in joy every time “Lady Marmalade” comes on the radio (but they always cut Eve’s rap! Why would you ever cut Eve’s rap? It’s the best part of the song!), I can’t really think of it as a film. I can only conceptualize it as a feature-length block of music videos tethered together by a story. And yet, I was interested in his vision of The Great Gatsby ever since the first trailer came out. It was either going to be an inspired adaptation or a beautiful, hot mess, and I love both of those things equally. And then it got pushed back, which meant I only remembered it existed when the mixed reviews of the past few weeks came out. I wasn’t moved to see it opening weekend, but eventually, I could no longer resist its siren song.