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The Great Gatsby: review

The Great Gatsby: review

Opens 7 Jun 2013

Director Baz Luhrmann

Cast Leonardo DiCaprio, Tobey Maguire, Carey Mulligan.

Romeo + Juliet and Moulin Rouge! showed us that Australian director Baz Luhrmann can throw a hell of a party. Now, after the epic drabness of Australia, he pulls the stereo out of storage and does it again with The Great Gatsby (O Grande Gatsby in Portuguese). The best scene in this fast and furious stab at F. Scott Fitzgerald’s 1925 state-of-the-nation novel comes early, as we gatecrash a wild shindig at the Long Island home of filthy rich Jay Gatsby.

Gatsby’s wide-eyed poorer neighbour Nick Carraway (Tobey Maguire) cuts through the layers of flappers and frippery and meets his elusive host (Leonardo DiCaprio, never more than an enigma; maybe rightly so) amid the throng on an elevated terrace. The scene is Luhrmann at his best: swirling cameras, mad excess, look-at-me costumes and big musical statements.

In Luhrmann’s world, everything is bigger, noisier, brighter and quicker even than the far-from-humdrum universe of Fitzgerald’s story. That’s fine when the party’s raging, and the scene has some of the heart-thumping, first-meet excitement of the Claire Danes-DiCaprio fishtank moment in Romeo + Juliet. But when the music stops and the lights go up, dawn casts an unflattering glow on the bulk of the film’s quieter, more intimate moments.

One of the niggling problems with Luhrmann’s film is that it never knows whether it’s about the doomed love between Gatsby and Nick’s cousin, flighty Southern belle Daisy (Carey Mulligan) who lives across the water with her brutish husband Tom (Joel Edgerton), or about the longing, questioning, horrified gaze of Carraway.

He’s an outsider in a rarefied world, comparable to Charles Ryder in Brideshead Revisited, and arguably that’s where the real emotional pull of Fitzgerald’s story lies. Yet there’s a whole swathe in which Carraway recedes from view and Luhrmann focuses on the push and pull between Daisy and Gatsby. The scenes are sluggish as romance and cold as tragedy.

What Luhrmann makes intoxicating is a sense of place – the houses, the rooms, the city, the roads – and the sense that all this is unfolding in a bubble like some mad fable. Where he falters is in persuading us that these are real, breathing folk whose experiences and destinies can actually move us.


By Dave Calhoun
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