but hey--that Gatsby fellow did know how to throw a shindig. And indeed, the party scenes brim with flappers and champagne and fireworks, all stuff that Luhrmann knows how to pump up to maximum volume. He's shrewdly arranged his movie around the golden-hued presence of Leonardo DiCaprio, who occupies his Jazz Age suits as though he'd waited to wear them all his life. Yet in some essential way, and despite what appears to be a sincere reverence for the book (in many ways the movie's extremely faithful to the plot), Luhrmann is completely off-key in his delivery of this sad-edged saga: The quick cutting, the glossy digital backdrops, the heavy emphasis on Fitzgerald's subtle imagery, all combine to throttle the material rather than animate it.
It’s about Leo, not old Luhrmann. Leo is the Star!
Good job though, Baz, maybe Iron Man 5 in your future!
Look for it in Theater’s everywhere!