As pretty and violent as I remember it. More incoherant and coked up than I remembered it.

All this time I thought it was a deep morality and sense of self that made Gatsby great. Good thing this movie showed me it was because he was like the Forrest Gump of the Jazz Age: delusional and clueless.

Daisy was played as weak rather than lovely but callous, Nick was played as slapstick and Gatsby, well, "derpy" is the best I can come up with.

It's Baz Lurhman, so, as always, the music was great, the styling was beautiful. Shame the digital compositing was so distractingly terrible and the performances were all skewed into "DID YOU EVEN GET WHAT THIS STORY WAS ABOUT?" territory.

Such a beautiful, creative noir piece. Incredibly physical, tense performances. Gorgeous camera work. Dizzying editing. And Joseph Gordon Levitt holds the whole thing together in a way that no other role or director has provided before.

Ever say to yourself "I wish there were a mod romcom about mathematical analog code cracking with punchcards and LSD"?