| The movie we viewed Thursday, April the 12th had
to deal with the book “The Great Gatsby” by Francis
Scott Fitzgerald. From my humble corner I expected the directors
to convey the atmosphere of the roaring 20s of American history
and to somehow outline the highs and lows of the capitalist yesteryear.
And as far as history is concerned, that span of time was, disputably,
the most controversial one throughout all ythe history of the United
States. Yet to be honest, the flair suggested this hope will be
dashed to pieces, and next up....
From the very outset it appeared quite obvious that the profundity
of the novel was in no way reflected in the movie shot in 1974.
Incidentally, only a handful of the so-called cinema pundits deemed
that vision of the novel successful, whereas the vast majority of
revered critics dubbed it the worst out of the four versions of
“The Great Gatsby”. On the other hand, we can surely
pick out a bunch of daft venal pressmen who would have scribbled
epithets like “dazzling” or, say, “mindboggling”
in reference to the movie under consideration, and it will also
be a point, yet it is utterly up to a certain viewer to rate the
product. The rest of the geeky movie just proved the maiden evaluation
right.
The directors screwed up to unveil the gist of the novel and to
anyhow depict the chasm, that stark contrast between the East and
the West of the the country of boundless opportunities. Nor did
they manage to toss up an appropriate cast.
Instead, what we got was a piece of sobby stuff highlighting the
ritzy and glitzy lifetime of American wheeler-dealers of aristocratic
mold. To make matters worse, some of the protagonists were truly
misleading, for they didn’t match the characters of the book,
like Jordan, an ordinary babe of the 20s according to the script,
was portrayed almost as a gorgeous pin-up.
After watching one and the same scene of high-octane partying I
got the impression of the director as of the one who superficially
focused attention on those wild throngings featuring boisterous
sprees of activities of those rich playboys of the 20s who whiled
away their time in a bevy of leggy chicks and with a decent drink,
to boot. Thus, if you are prone to those luche-living ideals that
story will meticulously display it to you.
To sum it all up, the movie “The Great Gatsby” failed
to strike a chord with my mood and reflections on reading the book.
The movie emerged a commonplace for the greedy movie-guzzlers, those
avid cinema freaks who don’t care about the ideas, the literary
or philosophical insight but carry on watching whatever they are
offered. That target audience somehow even resembles the protagonists
of the on-screen “The Great Gatsby.” Hopefully, the
best version of the novel is yet to be released.
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