|Robert Redford as Jay Gatsby|
|Mia Farrow as Daisy Buchanan|
|Bruce Dern as Tom Buchanan|
|Sam Waterston as Nick Carraway|
|Karen Black as Myrtle Wilson|
|Lois Chiles as Jordan Baker|
Miscast, misguided, and overproduced (which is an odd thing to say about a movie that revels in the excesses of the wealthy), that this film ranks at all amongst my picks of memorable movies to write about for this blog is largely due to The Great Gatsby being one of my top, all-time favorite novels and this version being a particularly faithful big screen adaptation. Painstakingly so, in fact. Indeed, one finds that the paradox of this nearly $7 million mounting of The Great Gatsby is how it is able to so faithfully replicate so many intricate details of the novel (including sizable chunks of dialog and virtually the entirely of the book's events and characters) yet still manage to leave out both its passion and pathos. It’s like one of those lifelike celebrity waxworks at Madame Tussauds: identical in every superficial detail but falling short of being a true representation of life because it lacks a soul.
|Daisy & Gatsby|
Mia Farrow (absolute perfection in Rosemary's Baby) is an actress I greatly admire, but for me she was totally out of her depth as Daisy Buchanan. Lacking the ability of say, Julie Christie, who can somehow play shallow and self-absorbed as interesting and sympathetic, Farrow's Daisy is mostly annoyingly fey and shrill. To be fair, F.Scott Fitzgerald's daughter, Frances, told People magazine at the time, "Mia Farrow looks like the Daisy my father had in mind." However, this was said during the filming. I've no idea what she thought after seeing the finished product.
For all my complaining about what a mechanized piece of Hollywood machinery The Great Gatsby turned out to be, I nevertheless get quite a kick out of the film—in spite of not finding it to be particularly good—due to a few Gatsby-esque reasons of my own. The pleasure I derive from watching The Great Gatsby these days is directly (sentimentally and nostalgically) related to the memories I have of my sixteen-year-old self in 1974. Back then I was caught up in all things movie-related and willfully swept up in the Gatsby hype. I read the articles, bought the soundtrack album, dragged my family to see it…I did everything short of insist my mother purchase and serve our meals on the limited-edition The Great Gatsby dinnerware by Corelle® they sold at the local department store.
At that time I hadn't yet read Fitzgerald’s novel, so I didn't have any expectations waiting to be dashed. Nevertheless, in spite of my enthusiasm, I was underwhelmed when I finally got to see the film. It was nothing like the touching romance I was expecting, but it was a great deal like a film adaptation of a campy, self-serious Harold Robbins novel. Then, as now, I find it a gorgeous film to look at and in each passing year I grow ever fonder of the old-fashioned movie magic of large crowds of extras, big sets, period detail, all accomplished with no CGI. But it's impossible for me to regard it seriously and it remains on my DVD shelf, a treasured guilty pleasure.
A couple of examples:
Daisy’s hair. In her memoirs, Mia Farrow felt her performance was “undermined” by the unflattering wig she was forced to wear, claiming that for the duration, it “...felt and looked like cotton candy.” Can’t disagree with her there.
The clothes fetish. I know everyone in this movie is supposed to be rich and can afford fancy garb, but this is one of those movies where all the clothes have that distracting “never been worn” look. This also applies to the never-lived in sets and all those pristine automobiles on display. These cars are so drooled over by the camera that when Myrtle meets her end at the fender of Gatsby’s gorgeous yellow Rolls Royce, I'm tempted to think audiences were left in a quandary...were they upset by her death, or because she left such a big, ugly dent in that perfectly lovely automobile?
According to Roman Polanski, his dream casting of the role of Guy Woodhouse in Rosemary’s Baby would have been Robert Redford. Upon seeing the lack of chemistry displayed between Mia Farrow and Robert Redford in The Great Gatsby, I tend to think he dodged a bullet there. Certainly the Clark Gable of the 70’s, Robert Redford is a strikingly handsome man (I could write a sonnet about the way the sun hits the blond fur on his upper thighs in his swimsuit scene) but he is woefully stiff and colorless as Gatsby. It’s unimaginable that anyone that bland could harbor an obsessed fixation on anything other than Miracle Whip.
|Actress Brooke Adams, (l.) who would star in 1978's Invasion of the Body Snatchers and actor Edward Herrmann (r.) who played FDR in the 1982 musical, Annie show up in bit parts as party guests in The Great Gatsby.|
There’s not a lot that Mia Farrow does right in The Great Gatsby, but there is one scene where she so completely nails it that it almost makes her being so poorly cast worthwhile. It’s the scene that takes place in the Buchanan household when everyone is sitting around the dinner table complaining about the heat (taking place over the course of one summer, everybody sweats a lot in this movie…from the neck up,anyway. No one’s clothes are ever damp). In this scene Daisy forgets herself and speaks to Gatsby as if the others aren't there. “Ah, you look so cool. You always look so cool,” she says dreamily. Catching herself, she blushes and starts to rattle off an explanation that hilariously trails off to nowhere. Farrow seriously knocks that little bit of business out of the park. It’s the single most authentically character-based acting she does in the film and she’s great. In that one minute I can see what kind of woman Daisy was perhaps supposed to be all along.
Trusting a book like The Great Gatsby to an industry comprised of individuals who wouldn't know a moral imperative if it tapped them on the shoulder and asked if it could park their Hummers for them, is a little like asking Donald Trump to act like a human being for a five minutes. The desire may be there, but the tools to pull it off aren't.
This version of The Great Gatsby is almost valueless as drama, but it's the perfect kind of screen adaptation of a literary classic for showing in high school English Classes. For while it is a faithful visual representation of the body of the text, at no time does the film tip its hand toward revealing what the novel’s underlying themes are, leaving that to the students.
|OK, so I guess you can tell what I think is so great about this particular Gatsby.|
Gatsby: “You can’t repeat the past? Of course you can.”
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