I love F Scott Fitzgerald. I love his diction and eloquent
ability to string together a time and place. The Great Gatsby, arguably his
most famous novel is certainly a true testament to the literary footprint he imposes
on American Literature to this day. It’s a good book, so naturally a
considerable amount of time and effort would need to go into the film
adaptation. …And so, in 2013 Baz Lurmahnn would take the place of so many
directors before him and attempt to tell the story of a man named Jay Gatsby.
I do not like Baz Lurmahnn or his movies. In my opinion they
are far too loud, fast, and obnoxious for me to get any enjoyment out of
watching. And, sadly, I can’t say anything too differently in terms of The Great
Gatsby, his latest film. The frustrating part about it being this adaptation
specifically is that both Lurmahnn and Fitzgerald have definitive styles to
their writing, and when they are chosen to “work together” so to speak, the
final product is…not entirely thought through. Sometimes it felt like certain
scenes were directed by different people. Every so often an entire scene from
the film would be pulled from the book verbatim, and that can be confusing when
the very next scene is written like a Baz Lurmahnn film.
Lurmahnn’s adaptation also suffers from the constant
explanation of symbols in the story. Fitzgerald doesn’t need to completely
explain his writing because he gives just enough insight into the possible
explanation of symbols. At one point in the book a man is explaining to Nick
Caraway, the main character, that all the books in Gatsby’s house were real
books. Fitzgerald doesn’t fully explain it, but leaves the symbol of the scene
open for understanding. However, Lurmahnn does not take as much time to stew in
the proverbial pot of character or plot development. Ironically so, being that
the film clocks in at two and a half hours.
The Great Gatsby, when being compared to Fitzgerald’s work,
falls short of engaging. The writing is all over the place, the style gives no
time to admire the fleshed out and rather accurate backdrops of the locations,
and when the end credits have finally appeared on the centerfold you are left
wondering if Lurmahnn thinks you are too smart or too stupid to understand the
film. And at the bottom line, that is the main problem. Even though the
audience is waited on hand and foot by Lurmahnn, he is unable to present the
main theme of Fitzgerald’s writing; that a man can reinvent himself.
6.5/10