The Great Gatsby. Rated M (mature themes and violence). 142 minutes. Directed by Baz Luhrmann. Screenplay by Baz Luhrmann and Craig Pearce. Based on the novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Verdict: A magnificent
achievement from start to finish.
It is curious to consider
that F. Scott Fitzgerald died believing his seminal work The Great Gatsby to
have been a failure. Only posthumously did his novel become considered as ‘the
great American novel’ – such was the impact of the cracked mirror Fitzgerald
held up to those in pursuit of unimaginable wealth and glamour, which is all
too conveniently referred to as ‘the American dream’.
It is not quite as curious
that it should be one of Australia’s big picture dreamers who takes the novel
on. Luhrmann’s preposterous ambition for this film incises the novel’s grand
themes of hope, optimism and the desolation of a life-long infatuation and lays
the threads that both unite and divide us bare in scene after scene of artfully
considered cinematic mastery. The finely-wrought screenplay, written with his
constant collaborator Pearce, is flawless – and utterly enthralling for every
one of its 142 minutes.
The production and costume
design from Catherine Martin, Luhrmann’s creative soulmate and constant
collaborator, is magnificent – recreating the 1920s with such an alarming level
of dazzling, hyper-realistic creativity that it is, at times, simply
overwhelming. Martin’s world for this film is both lovingly and carefully
considered, and as true to the era as it is possible to imagine for people who
never experienced it.
Leonardo DiCaprio, (who
first worked with Luhrmann in Romeo and Juliet) delivers a beautiful performance as the
mysterious millionaire Jay Gatsby, whose obsession with winning back the love
of his life, Daisy Buchanan (a perfect Carey Mulligan), leads him and everyone
involved in his pyrotechnical life to the brink of emotional ruin.
Tobey Maguire is
outstanding as the narrator Nick Carraway, delivering a performance of
wide-eyed wonder in the face of the increasingly disconcerting influence of the
obscenely privileged people that surround his innocent, uncomplicated
existence. The standout performance, though, is that of Joel Edgerton, whose
morally-bankrupt Tom Buchanan strides and procrastinates through the story like
a raging bull from a bygone age. And as his self-righteousness suffocates
everyone around him, the real sting in Fitzgerald’s tale becomes less about the
perils of soul-less wealth and glamour but more about who it is in our lives
who would prefer to see us absolutely fail than succeed beyond our wildest
dreams.
This review was commissioned by the West Australian Newspaper Group.
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