Alexander Stuart

Above: The Green Light trailer, courtesy of Warner Bros. Pictures. I cannot WAIT to see Baz Luhrmann's film of F Scott Fitzgerald's unforgettably heartbreaking novel, The Great Gatsby (originally published on April 10, 1925) - and the mixed reviews it is so far receiving mean nothing to me at all. I love the trailers , I love the music, I love the artists involved (not least the wondrous Lana Del Rey , who seems perfectly suited to this), I love the cast ( Tobey Maguire's reflective angst suggests the perfect Nick; Leo DiCaprio's beauty and impenetrability are equally well-suited to Gatsby), I love the idea of capturing what it feels like to "be" in the 1920s, rather than watch a movie about the decade - and I love Baz Luhrmann's work. Personally, I think Gatsby is probably unfilmable, whatever that means. The book is so iconic, so much "The Great American Novel" - but more importantly so subtle and complex and wistful and rom