Baz Luhrmann's luscious adaptation of "The Great Gatsby" hits theaters next month. This movie seems to suddenly be everywhere. Carey Muligan is even on the cover of Vogue this month draped in gorgeous twenties-inspired clothes. I am pretty sure I want to see this film. Luhrmann's movies tend to be a visual feast but they sometimes leave me a bit cold in the actual story department.
I read the book in a high school English class on American literature. We had a teacher named Ms. Stone who had a profound impact on all of us. She demanded excellence in the class and I can still recall little things she said about particular passages in the book. I am curious to read the book again now. What impact will it have on me now in my thirties versus sixteen-year-old me who read it so many years ago? This book should take me less time to tackle then "Anna Karenina" (I hope!).
Lurmann did have one movie that I loved. I think it probably had more to do with Leonardo DiCaprio, a post-"My So Called Life" Claire Danes and me being just the right age to love everything about this movie. It came out when I was still a teenager.
