The Great Gatsby
More like The Great Baz-by!
This doesn’t so much capture the essence of the Roaring Twenties as wrap it up in tinsel and fairy lights, and plant it on the top of the Christmas tree at the Rockefeller Center.
It would be silly to expect anything else from Baz Luhrmann, and yet the wild parties are only a part of what the story is about. In fact, they’re a front for something much sadder and more desperate, which is lost among the bling.
Peak behind the excess, and there’s a man whose life is built on deception, who has managed to delude himself that he can erase the past and life will go back to normal. Why he would want to is beyond me, because most of the characters are unpleasant and over-privileged, and Luhrmann didn’t give me any in-road into caring about what happened to them at all.
See it for the excess if you must, but much better to read the book.