May 10, 2013

“THE GREAT GATSBY”









The same is true of the casting and therefore the acting. designer DiCaprio has the laser-fix eyebeams and therefore the power unit smile, however not the sense of being—which Fitzgerald mentions within the book—“an elegant young assailant, a year or 2 over thirty, whose elaborate formality of speech simply uncomprehensible being absurd.” DiCaprio’s speech, with its J.F.K.-tinged accent, is just and plain absurd, and there’s no roughness whatever to his character, none of life’s burrs or scrapes, no tinge of real power. And he’s the simplest among the principals. Carey Irish burgoo, although a fine role player, is just overmatched by the a part of flower Buchanan; she doesn’t invest the character with vogue or with substance, doesn’t have a sufficiently domineering irony or sense of intimate secrecy. She plays the role entirely ahead, as if to keep with a misanthropical conception—in keeping with Luhrmann’s superficial churning of the party scenes—of the missy of not possible dreams being a normal person of not-unusual substance or character whose surprise exists solely in Gatsby’s fantastic visions. Here, too, Luhrmann—unlike Fitzgerald—is unable to require society seriously, to acknowledge the extraordinary character that extraordinary manners each hide and (for those attuned to them) show. Joel Edgerton brings crude weight to the character of Tom James Buchanan however not the refinement of wealth; as Nick Carraway, Tobey Maguire plays a trifle too mazed, too awkward and unknowing. The simplicity of Luhrmann’s conception filters into their portrayals.


0 comments:

Post a Comment