Is it fair to compare a book with a movie? Especially a book with such a strong narrative voice?
I was a little put-off by the idea of Nick talking to the doctor. But then, that was one way of getting the narrative voice loud and clear, I guess.
It was exactly like the book and nothing like it. Long, rambling sections where I was bored.
While reading a book, I can just skim, skip and flip. At a cinema hall, I couldn’t fast-forward, so I took of my 3-D glasses and yawned.
But there were parts that I thought were perfect. Gatsby’s beautiful, flawed dream. The green light. And above all, hope.
Daisy… Ah, Daisy, Daisy. With her voice full of money. What a description that was, and how well done! The carelessness, callousness, shallowness – all of that came through.
It was long and overdone in so many parts, but it left that bitter-sad, yet fragile-hopeful taste in the mouth.