There will be no hating on The Great Gatsby from this corner. The knives have been out since late last year, when it was bumped from a Christmas release to today, always a suspicious, what are they hiding, move–but, really, you could feel the disdain since Baz Luhrmann, the director-as-impresario behind Strictly Ballroom (1992) and Moulin Rouge! (2001), announced that he was reteaming with Leonardo DiCaprio, the star of his unorthodox William Shakespeare’s Romeo + Juliet (1996), for another adaptation of the F. Scott Fitzgerald classic. It’s not that this, or any, book, is unfilmable (how can that be, when respectable-to-excellent versions of Cloud Atlas, Naked Lunch, and The Unbearable Lightness of Being are available?)–it’s just that a good movie has never been made from it, including the two most accessible, the stillborn 1974 dud with a cordwood Robert Redford as Gatsby and a horrid 2000 TV movie with the implausible Mira Sorvino as Daisy.
The chief sticking point, however, is