I will come right out and say it. I love the novel The Great Gatsby. Of all the books I was required to read in high school (and probably college for that matter), F. Scott Fitzgerald's succinct masterpiece of the Jazz Age was my favorite. It is one of the few grade school classics that I have revisited several times and plan to likely do again. It also has the lofty literary pedigree of being "unfilmable." However, that reputation may have been earned simply because the 1974 iteration of the story (and only major adaptation until now) is truly unwatchable.
Some have waited decades for a film to capture the depth and speakeasy wonders of that book and its era. Yet, from this decadent 3D extravaganza's earliest salvo teaser, featuring music by Jay-Z and U2, I knew that that was not what we were getting. Baz Luhrmann, cinematic genius, madman or all of the above, lovingly adapted the novel to match his own frantically fabulous sensibilities. And whether his cultural collage of roaring '20s opulence works will swing wildly from individual to individual.