I admit, I haven't read the book, yet I loved the movie. One day I wish to read the book as well, because it's simply a classic. But for now, let's discuss the movie first. I'm known for my eternal love of the era of cigarette holders, curly hair, sparkly dresses and red lips. The 1920's, of course! How could one not love this particular period? It was full of glamour, parties, gentlemen and awesome cars. What I seem to love so much about this era is also their way of behavior. The gestures, greetings, traditions and compliments. I'd love to experience just one day in the shape of a wealthy girl and taste the life back then. Fantasies like that really make you want to turn back time, you know?
But the most magical thing to me that was also included in this movie is their attitude, their perception and gestures, as I mentioned before. Maybe the movie itself was a bit extravagant and an overdo, but all in all it was a good and unique interpretation. The life back then probably wasn't as glamorous as it showed in the film and it could lead to total misguided idea of that time. No one living now wouldn't really know for sure, right? Alright, except those people born in the 20's, but I'd like to hear it from a young lady who just started to enjoy the bits of this new world. For it was a new world. A world of passion and sparkly things, shiny cars, chiffon dresses and silk curtains. Oh, the joy. Although life was fancy and fine for the rich ones, it wasn't quite as fun to the less fortunate people. We need to understand we only get the view to the inside world of the most powerful and influential people who didn't care less about those who begged on the streets. No. That's why it was pretty much almost like sci-fi movie; it didn't really show quite everything. But it did show a part of true love. Well, for a start it very explicitly showed that bad things also happen to the big and rich, in spite their endless belief they can beat life itself. For example, the car accident. Another example, one-sided love. But we'll deepen into that later.
I'd first like to discuss about Mr Gatsby's mysterious charm and generosity that people loved so much. Or at least they did as long as he was alive. No one came to his funeral; also a very harsh presentation of the true world. It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is what you can give to people and what authority you have to it. Because besides throwing awesome parties, what else did he have? He sure did survive many awesome things, but after what will he be remembered, if he'll be remembered at all? Kind of sad, isn't it? A man who has shown such great effort in the good of humanity, yet received nothing in return. Especially not love. Why, oh why, did he not get love in return, when he was every girl's dream man? The problem was his eternal burning love for the little Daisy, the girl who never got enough. To be honest, she practically used the poor Gatsby, holding onto him until she found a new guy, a richer one (which was next to impossible since Mr Gatsby was, like, the ultimate millionaire of the millionaires). I don't have the full right to judge the characters since I didn't read the book (which I heard is great), but I can and shall judge them upon their on-screen performance. Of course this movie was never going to be the elegantly nuanced, ingenious masterpiece Fitzgerald originally created. The movies are rarely as good as the books, let alone as good as the books. But I was simply infatuated with the innocence little Daisy radiated with which she seduced the good old Gatsby. Well, who wouldn't try, really?
I can understand the life back then was different, the people lived in different circumstances and the world was simple. But not quite simple as we might think. Still the world was filled with hatred and revenge, and the latter seemed to be fatal for our dear friend Jay Gatsby. I won't spoil the whole thing here, but I think I've shared just the right amount of it for you to crave the movie even more. Anyway like I said, it was far away from fair and just. This movie itself presented its own idea of the life back then, though I'm sure it was way more garishly than it actually was. But it is a unique perspective, and we're going to deepen into that one.
Besides being a totally wicked movie, it was also a romantic one. Maybe it didn't show how love actually works, but hey; it rarely does, right? I mean, even nowadays something goes wrong everyday, we argue and we fight over petty matters that aren't really significant to what love truly holds. That's what it was also presented in the movie. That love is sometimes isn't as we picture it, that it doesn't always go as planned. That sometimes (I'm sure, though, many more times than just some) we're the only one who's showing their love.
But how is that connected to Gatsby? Well, for a start he was 1. the only one showing any real emotions in the "Daisy + Jay" relationship and 2. he was the only one who cared about the people who came to enjoy his party; he actually lived for their satisfaction, hoping they'll glorify his name through hundreds of generations. But guess what - world doesn't work that way. I even dare to say he was acting naive and foolish to think he could give everything those people could ever wish for and hope they'll remember him after that. I know hope does die last, but if that tiny bit of hope holds a tiny bit of doubt, it's safe to say it will not work out. Sure, he did what the crowd wanted. Sure, he gave them booze and entertainment, because he could afford it. He could afford to live in the big, fancy world where big and famous people ruled, so he tried to give them everything to become one of them. But to actually be one of them, you have to be cruel and heartless, which, as we all know, our poor Gatsby wasn't really capable of. He did, however, seemed very mysterious and creepy at the start of the movie, like who's that Gatsby and many different stories were spread about him, no one really knowing for sure which one is true, which one to hold onto. So he became some sort of myth, a legend that lives behind the walls of his dark castle and throws sick parties people hear of across the sea. He became a ghost, giving people what they need, never truly knowing he was only human, too. Though he became more than just aware of his being when the innocent little Daisy entered his life.
He did what he thought needs to be done for love. No one can blame him for doing that, right? We all act a bit silly when we're in love. Do things we maybe wouldn't do in other circumstances. We all get carried away from time to time, but what really "bothered" me or what I found extremely sad in this movie, was how it taught us that to love was wrong. That this sort of feeling made you weak, vulnerable and exposed. Sure, this is all true and real. But it's misguided way of thinking on life itself. In my opinion, to love is not something to be ashamed of, something to hide and to never let yourself feel that. For it is the only way you can feel anything at all, and life's too beautiful to miss it just because of that. Just because people are mean and gonna use you anytime and in every possible way that can, doesn't mean you have to shut everything out. Shut yourself from feeling. However, Mr Gatsby was in danger for having feelings for little Daisy. Those kind of feelings. But if you ask me, they were more real than that Tom Buchanan guy was ever capable of feeling.
Still, that one phone call gave it away. I'd like to expose two things here. First, how Daisy was Gatsby's last and biggest hope he ever had to live this life just a tiny bit as he wanted to. Maybe him throwing such amazing parties got you carried away, deceiving you into thinking he had it all. To be honest, I think he had all the material stuff, sure, but what most counted - love - was not in his possession. It wasn't his fault partly, if we count the part where he falls in love with that girl. We're all fully aware of the fact we don't choose who we love. Ever. Now, second, the uglier part that got me thinking, was how over everything that Jay Gatsby had; the money, charm, elegance, charisma and last, but far from least, love in his heart, she still chose that greasy son of a bitch that stole dear Daisy from Mr Gatsby. Well, he didn't exactly stole her away, but his sort of behavior did. What I'm trying to say here is that mostly it was Daisy's fault, if you ask me. It was her fault that he endlessly and hopelessly followed her everywhere and did not see the signs that she doesn't actually want him. She deceived him and if there were any story made of what happened after his death, I hope she'd hear it all and know deep down she was responsible for everything that happened the way it did. Maybe it sounds harsh, but I think that's the only fair way to go.
No one showed up on his funeral. No friends, no foes, no one. Excepted that kid that always admired Gatsby and worshiped him as a god. Nick Carraway was the only one to remember him and was shocked at the aftermath of Gatsby's life. Shocked that no one cared. Shocked that after so many good stuff Gatsby has done and after being a man truly in love and was left in this blindness, no one came to say their last goodbyes. That pretty much summed it all up, you see. The whole point of the world. There aren't any good and bad guys. There are just selfish and greedy people who will do anything to achieve what they want, for any so-called "bad guy" thinks he's doing the right thing. "Every villain is a hero in his own mind." is a wonderful and realistic quote by my dear Mr Hiddleston. It sure is true. Because no matter how good you are, no matter the things you might do to make sure people like you (though I doubt it that was the thing that ran through Gatsby's mind when he organised those parties, he probably just thought to himself what a badass he is, for he truly was), selfish people live longer. Those are the words to live by. No matter how cruel they might seem, once you look at it objectively, it's nothing but truth. Harsh one, indeed, but the only truth there is.
But the most magical thing to me that was also included in this movie is their attitude, their perception and gestures, as I mentioned before. Maybe the movie itself was a bit extravagant and an overdo, but all in all it was a good and unique interpretation. The life back then probably wasn't as glamorous as it showed in the film and it could lead to total misguided idea of that time. No one living now wouldn't really know for sure, right? Alright, except those people born in the 20's, but I'd like to hear it from a young lady who just started to enjoy the bits of this new world. For it was a new world. A world of passion and sparkly things, shiny cars, chiffon dresses and silk curtains. Oh, the joy. Although life was fancy and fine for the rich ones, it wasn't quite as fun to the less fortunate people. We need to understand we only get the view to the inside world of the most powerful and influential people who didn't care less about those who begged on the streets. No. That's why it was pretty much almost like sci-fi movie; it didn't really show quite everything. But it did show a part of true love. Well, for a start it very explicitly showed that bad things also happen to the big and rich, in spite their endless belief they can beat life itself. For example, the car accident. Another example, one-sided love. But we'll deepen into that later.
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I can understand the life back then was different, the people lived in different circumstances and the world was simple. But not quite simple as we might think. Still the world was filled with hatred and revenge, and the latter seemed to be fatal for our dear friend Jay Gatsby. I won't spoil the whole thing here, but I think I've shared just the right amount of it for you to crave the movie even more. Anyway like I said, it was far away from fair and just. This movie itself presented its own idea of the life back then, though I'm sure it was way more garishly than it actually was. But it is a unique perspective, and we're going to deepen into that one.
Besides being a totally wicked movie, it was also a romantic one. Maybe it didn't show how love actually works, but hey; it rarely does, right? I mean, even nowadays something goes wrong everyday, we argue and we fight over petty matters that aren't really significant to what love truly holds. That's what it was also presented in the movie. That love is sometimes isn't as we picture it, that it doesn't always go as planned. That sometimes (I'm sure, though, many more times than just some) we're the only one who's showing their love.
But how is that connected to Gatsby? Well, for a start he was 1. the only one showing any real emotions in the "Daisy + Jay" relationship and 2. he was the only one who cared about the people who came to enjoy his party; he actually lived for their satisfaction, hoping they'll glorify his name through hundreds of generations. But guess what - world doesn't work that way. I even dare to say he was acting naive and foolish to think he could give everything those people could ever wish for and hope they'll remember him after that. I know hope does die last, but if that tiny bit of hope holds a tiny bit of doubt, it's safe to say it will not work out. Sure, he did what the crowd wanted. Sure, he gave them booze and entertainment, because he could afford it. He could afford to live in the big, fancy world where big and famous people ruled, so he tried to give them everything to become one of them. But to actually be one of them, you have to be cruel and heartless, which, as we all know, our poor Gatsby wasn't really capable of. He did, however, seemed very mysterious and creepy at the start of the movie, like who's that Gatsby and many different stories were spread about him, no one really knowing for sure which one is true, which one to hold onto. So he became some sort of myth, a legend that lives behind the walls of his dark castle and throws sick parties people hear of across the sea. He became a ghost, giving people what they need, never truly knowing he was only human, too. Though he became more than just aware of his being when the innocent little Daisy entered his life.
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Still, that one phone call gave it away. I'd like to expose two things here. First, how Daisy was Gatsby's last and biggest hope he ever had to live this life just a tiny bit as he wanted to. Maybe him throwing such amazing parties got you carried away, deceiving you into thinking he had it all. To be honest, I think he had all the material stuff, sure, but what most counted - love - was not in his possession. It wasn't his fault partly, if we count the part where he falls in love with that girl. We're all fully aware of the fact we don't choose who we love. Ever. Now, second, the uglier part that got me thinking, was how over everything that Jay Gatsby had; the money, charm, elegance, charisma and last, but far from least, love in his heart, she still chose that greasy son of a bitch that stole dear Daisy from Mr Gatsby. Well, he didn't exactly stole her away, but his sort of behavior did. What I'm trying to say here is that mostly it was Daisy's fault, if you ask me. It was her fault that he endlessly and hopelessly followed her everywhere and did not see the signs that she doesn't actually want him. She deceived him and if there were any story made of what happened after his death, I hope she'd hear it all and know deep down she was responsible for everything that happened the way it did. Maybe it sounds harsh, but I think that's the only fair way to go.
No one showed up on his funeral. No friends, no foes, no one. Excepted that kid that always admired Gatsby and worshiped him as a god. Nick Carraway was the only one to remember him and was shocked at the aftermath of Gatsby's life. Shocked that no one cared. Shocked that after so many good stuff Gatsby has done and after being a man truly in love and was left in this blindness, no one came to say their last goodbyes. That pretty much summed it all up, you see. The whole point of the world. There aren't any good and bad guys. There are just selfish and greedy people who will do anything to achieve what they want, for any so-called "bad guy" thinks he's doing the right thing. "Every villain is a hero in his own mind." is a wonderful and realistic quote by my dear Mr Hiddleston. It sure is true. Because no matter how good you are, no matter the things you might do to make sure people like you (though I doubt it that was the thing that ran through Gatsby's mind when he organised those parties, he probably just thought to himself what a badass he is, for he truly was), selfish people live longer. Those are the words to live by. No matter how cruel they might seem, once you look at it objectively, it's nothing but truth. Harsh one, indeed, but the only truth there is.
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