It brings together those classic American ideas of reinvention of the
self, and the American dream. Gatsby is the epitome of this, the poor boy made
good, driven on by a dream and a pure desire to better himself.
In the end though, the story of Gatsby is a tragedy, almost
Shakespearian. Gatsby is the tragic hero, with a fatal flaw. His flaw is that
he is unable to accept that you cannot repeat the past. Gatsby is an
absolutist, something that has driven him on to succeed, but which also gets in
the way of his happiness.
In this film Gatsby is played by Leo di Caprio, who also worked with Baz
Luhrmann, the director, on Romeo and Juliet, more than a decade ago now. The
story is narrated by Nick Carraway, played by Tobey Maguire, who meets the
immensely rich Jay Gatsby while in the Hamptons
during the summer of 1922.
Gatsby is a mysterious figure but his story slowly comes out. Five years
previously he left his lover, Daisy Buchanan, Nick's cousin, to go to fight in Europe in the World War. He realised that he wasn't rich
enough to marry old-money Daisy, and so after the war set about trying to make
enough money to be worthy of her.
Daisy, thinking him dead, marries Tom Buchanan, a brute and an
adulterer, but someone even richer than her.
Gatsby succeeds in becoming fabulously rich, and builds an enormous
mansion just across the bay from Daisy and her husband's equally grand Big
House.
We see that everything that Gatsby does after the war is dedicated to
making himself worthy of Daisy, and to winning her back. He throws these
elaborate parties every weekend, just in the hope that she will show up to one.
He befriends Nick because he knows that he is Daisy's cousin. He succeeds in
seeing Daisy, though everything doesn't go according to plan.
The strength of the film for me was exemplified in the way Gatsby's
parties were filmed. They look spectacular, Gatsby's orgiastic celebrations are a sensory attack, dancing, music, throngs and throngs of people, decadence,
movement, vibrant colours, the whole thing is thrilling, gorgeous, luxurious.
Then there is the music. Luhrmann uses contemporary sounds to soundtrack
the movie, from Jay-Z, Lana del Rey, the XX, Jack White, Florence and the Machine. Emeli Sandé covers Beyoncé's Crazy in Love, while Beyoncé in
turns does Amy Whitehouse's Back to Black.
And it fits, there is no
disconnect between the nineteen-twenties setting and the twenty-first century
music. The suspension of disbelief is easy, we are in an alternative,
heightened universe anyway, the music coming from a different century is no
problem to accept.
The settings also are striking. East and West Egg, where the characters
live, are shown as some kind of paradise with rich, tropical vegetation
and the sprawling residences of the super rich. The industrial zone between the Hamptons and New York City is like something from Lord of
the Rings, Mordor-like, emphasising the massive gap between the idle rich and
the miserable working poor.
And the shots with Gatsby driving his luminous yellow car through
the city are futuristic, like the year 2222, not 1922. He weaves in and out of
traffic like Blade Runner, or Luke Skywalker.
The visuals are sumptuous, delicious, magical. The impact almost overwhelms
the story, and so, in the final act, when there is a lot of dialogue and less
action, the movie slows down and begins to drag a little.
It is unavoidable, it looks so fantastic, and has so much energy and
colour and vibrancy in the first half, that when the actual story has to be
told the simple human interactions cannot match up to the gorgeousness of the
previous hour. It is almost too much, too exquisite, and the look of the movie
comes close to drowning out the actual narrative.
Yet it is a cinematic experience above all, a visual representation of
F.Scott Fitzgerald's words, and is as brilliant and bright as Gatsby's dreams
and ambitions. The film is dazzling, and much better than I was expecting.
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