Adaptations-gone-wrong are particularly hard to take when the target is a book you love. That's why I'm more than a little concerned about the upcoming film version of F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby. Now, I love me some Baz Luhrmann. This is one of my top-five favorite scenes in all of movie-dom.
BUT: Baz is known for his carnivalesque color-drenched spectacles celebrating romantic love. Basically, I'd hire Luhrmann to party-plan one of Gatsby's West Egg blow-outs, but The Great Gatsby isn't a (traditional) love story. It's a meditation on time, and loss, and the heart-breaking beauty of the very rich and poor trying to make a meaningful life out of the ash-heap of modernity. In other words, this ain't the Moulin Rouge. And I'm none too sure about Leonardo DiCaprio playing Gatsby, either.
|Imagine him saying "old sport." Now go to your safe place.|
P.S. Doesn't this adaptation sound rad? If I didn't loathe the term "bucket list," seeing this play would be on mine.