Saw #TheGreatGatsby. Going in, feared SK’s A Clockwork Orange (succumbing to the thing allegedly being criticized). At 1st …
… over-stimulated, I started to fear Sig. Fellini’s Satyricon. Then, going further forward, I started to fear Xanadu!
#TheGreatGatsby. But wait. This excessive movie goes on to show signs of knowing what it’s up to. Sensory overload, yes …
… but actually in service to/part of a real, weighty moral trajectory. Elation, then doubt, then degradation …
… It’s not A Clockwork Orange, etc. It’s Luhrmann’s Trainspotting! Or, it responsibly & effectively explores the insufficiently acknowledged …
… always apt thesis that Plutocratic materialism does about equal heroin, addiction, death.
#TheGreatGatsby. Think, add Gangs of New York! The roots of the allegedly shining present are not so shiny.
#TheGreatGatsby. More echoes, intended or not. I liked how Leo was so effectively withheld and revealed, cf. Nikolai Cherkasov …
… in Eisenstein’s Ivan the Terrible, pt. 1. I liked how the triple inscription of narration, printed text & enactment echoed Bresson 1950.
#TheGreatGatsby. So, frightened no more! Sensory overload, when I slow down & think it through …
… can still lead me to intertextual abundance & thematic heft.