REVIEW: THE GREAT GATSBY
The guy who died in Romeo and Juliet and Titanic is back – and this time he’s brought Spiderman. Nick Carraway (Tobey Maguire) lives next to eccentric enigmatic millionaire, Jay Gatsby (Leonardo di Caprio). We know he’s enigmatic because everyone keeps telling us he is.
He throws swell parties and pals around with Spidey for a while but only because he wants to get into the Jazz pants of Carey ‘Fragile Rose’ Mulligan.
Of course, Baz Luhrmann is a great visual artist, but the problem with someone being a visionary is everything looks the same. He makes the Jazz Age into the Jizz Age, with a New York lifted from the Phantom Menace and a soundtrack from someone’s iPod. The 3D makes you feel as if you are really there, sitting in a cinema with a large pair of glasses on, watching a dull film. Add to this that Tobey Maguire, possibly the least interesting man who has ever lived, reads huge chunks of Fitzgerald’s text in a Mr. Bean like drone over the often silly images.
Five Stars. *****