Failed literary adaptations that are faithful are all undone and humiliated by the obeisance to the cultural prestige of literature, while all good adaptations succeed through hubris in some manner by acknowledging that source material is not scripture, but rather a block of material to be shaped by the director’s imagination.
Fitzgerald’s timeless, celebrated American classic, The Great Gatsby, is notably grist for endless interpretation, and director Baz Luhrmann takes full advantage of this to provide his own distinct, modern material in his 2013 film adaptation of the same name. While Luhrmann maintains reverence for the classic’s source material, his amplified, vivacious rendering of Gatsby’s tragedy results in a lavishly theatrical, ostentatious celebration of the emotional and material extravagance devoid of the subtle and tender themes Fitzgerald composed with such fascinated
ambivalence.