The Great Gatsby (Baz Luhrmann 2013)

and so anyway it turns out that the best thing about The Great Gatsby (2013) is not the way in which it continues the proud tradition, initiated by Jack Clayton and Francis Ford Coppola, of taking longer to watch than it would to read the novel, nor is it the film’s studied visuals that take you back to the 1980s and 1990s and to Aki Kaurismäki’s slyly static camera, nor is it the way the austere mise-en-scene recalls the powerful minimalism of Carl Theodore Dreyer in the 1940s, 1950s and 1960s, but the sheer fact that it is at long last finally fucking over now and I can go to bed…