Poor Gatsby. Climbs his way up in life, finds the girl of his dreams, then gives it up because he doesn't have money-then does everything to win her back and ends up alone and dead. Poor, poor Gatsby.
But maybe-and this is just a theory-he would have been alright if he'd stopped trying to force love into the box he'd built for it, and let it be what it was. When Daisy said she wanted to run away, that's what he should have done. When he forced her to say she never loved Tom, he should have accepted that it wasn't true. He got so wrapped up in making his own happy ending, he forgot to let himself be happy.
Semantics aside, the movie was a treasure. I walked in expecting my much-loved swing music and the usual array of camera shots. I was greeted instead by heavy party rap music(kids these days) and a constantly moving camera. It surprised me at first, but I understood over time. The director wanted to recreate the feeling of loud, semi-familiar music and everything moving too fast.
And for the love of God, will someone please get Leo his Oscar already?
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