“I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
The story begins after the end had passed… It begins with Nick Carraway’s need to return his sanity and well for living, in his need to remember and forget the past, in his need to let it all go and to move on with a profound feeling of someone who touched him deeply… his neighbor and friend, Jay Gatsby, a tortured soul that always wanted more.
The story begins long ago before our observant storyteller Mr. Carraway tells it to us. It began 32 years ago, when a little boy named James Gatz convinced himself he was meant for more, a fierce unsettled young spirit who dreamed of a better life, left home at 16, leaving behind a broken ashed place to clime up in society and reach the glamours crystal chandeliers ceilings of New York’s elite.
He met a rich old man who taught him how to be a gentleman and the expression “Old sport”, who introduced him to the world and left him breathless wanting for more, to a life he dreamed of but couldn’t yet reach.
Destiny stroked again when Jay embraced a new name and career as an officer during the war and met the reason for all his hopes and obsession, Miss Daisy Fay, who later is married to Buchanan.
In the summer of 1922, Nick Carraway rents a small house on Long Island beside the lavish palace of the infamous Mr. Gatsby, who throws and holds extravagant parties. Nick notices that Gatsby was watching him… We know later that Gatsby was interested in Nick because he was Daisy’s cousin.
“I hope she’ll be a fool — that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
We hear her before we see her in the film, through a diaphanous scrim of white curtains at the Buchanan house, laughter rising up from behind an enormous sofa, as if the very decor were in on some irresistible joke.
Daisy is, of course, largely characterized in Fitzgerald’s novel by her voice, alternately described as “low, thrilling,” possessed of an “exhilarating ripple,” full of “fluctuating, feverish warmth,” and -most famously- “full of money.”
“He gives large parties, and I like large parties – they’re so intimate. Small parties, there isn’t any privacy.”
Daisy tries to fix Nick and Jordan together, but at Gatsby’s party one of Jordan’s suitors tells Nick something: “Don’t you know it by now? Rich girls don’t marry poor men.”
In that instance Nick meets Jay, the funny thing is, that’s Jay’s main struggle all through his life, he wants to be someone who he isn’t.
“He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced–or seemed to face–the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”
I don’t want to burn the film in one post… I just can’t, but I LOVED every bit of it, the cast, the director’s vision, the 3D effect, the fashion and sophistication, the story and twist of destiny… Each time I watch this story I wish Gatsby would have agreed to run away with Daisy… She is so weak and fragile, he is so driven and possessive in a tender way, he would have loved and protected her…
“He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was…”
— Nick Carraway
I mean when her husband knew she was cheating on him he didn’t shed a tear, but when Daisy runs down his mistress he is shattered with vengeance.
“I knew it was a great mistake for a man like me to fall in love…”
I hate the ending… I hate that Daisy didn’t call, I hate that Gatsby took all the blame, I hate that he was faithful till the end to a girl who doesn’t understand what love is.
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter – tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning – So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”