There are a few groups of people who might be doubtful about Baz Luhrmann’s big-screen adaptation of The Great Gatsby
. These groups include: people who associate Gatsby
mainly with memories of being bored in high-school lit class; hardcore Fitzgerald fans, who don’t think a movie could ever do the novel justice; and people who have no strong opinion about Fitzgerald’s book, but remember Moulin Rouge feeling like an exhausting gay acid trip, and are afraid to view any more of Luhrmann’s films.
All of the above factions have nothing to fear. Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby is not stodgy or boring, it’s not a shallow betrayal of the source materi...