I first encountered Baz Luhrmann a long time ago with Moulin Rouge. Back then I was fascinated by his dazzling visual style. I also remembered feeling like I actually knew, actually understood what love is. Love felt so real so palpable as if I could feel it, touch it. But that’s another movie.
The Great Gatsby is about Nick Carraway, a recent migrant to New York, drawn by the opportunities of the Big Apple and planning to find his fortune as a bond trader in Wall Street. His rich neighbour is a mysterious figure who throws lavish parties in his villa.
Nick is invited into one of these parties where he finally meets his neighbour, a man named Jay Gatsby. It turned out that Jay wanted to meet Nick’s already-married cousin Daisy with whom he previously had an affair and had been running after since. Nick eventually relented. And as expected, after much planning and dreaming, Daisy turned out to be… typical. And nothing good came out of it.
While The Great Gatsby is an interesting film by itself, it’s not Moulin Rouge all over again. I was more than mildly annoyed at his hopeful romanticism. I did feel a crestfallen at all of Gatsby’s efforts to win back Daisy’s affection and felt bad at what happened to him. But not as bad as how I felt when Satine died :P