Just as this was:
There’s a desperate attempt now to recapture that which is lost and nowhere is it more apparent than when they try to recapture the essence of an epic time in film.
Most of the originals were from a time when men were gentlemen and not some metrowimpish playacting at being a man – Daniel Craig’s kissing of a man in the US still rankles badly and the women might as well be in TOWIE.
This era and the bearing and deportment will not be seen again in a long time:
Baz Luhrmann’s lavish adaptation of The Great Gatsby, one of the season’s most hotly anticipated films, has been greeted with mixed reviews in America. David Denby, film critic of the New Yorker, decried the Moulin Rouge director’s “vulgarity” and “stunning absence of taste” in his handling of F Scott Fitzgerald’s classic.
With a name like “Baz” what would you expect?
Alonso Duralde of the influential film blog The Wrap seemed similarly non-plussed, concluding that “the cardinal sin of this new Gatsby is that it’s dull”. And, in the industry magazine Variety, Scott Foundas wrote that the film feels like nothing so much as “a well-rehearsed classic in which the actors say their lines ably, but with no discernible feeling behind them”.
How can they be anything but? How can they possibly understand a time when something was immoral and passionate, whereas today it’s all amoral, self-centred and banal? It’s not that the young can’t appreciate there is something there, they just can’t discern – GothicGuitaristGirl writes:
Audrey is my idol! So is kate moss.
Y-e-e-e-s-s-s. How I adore the modern girl, so alluring: