After eighty-eight years of continuous publication, decades of close critical analysis, and at least one anthropomorphic cat version, you might wonder if there was anything left to say about The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic novel about 1920s decadence as a masque for sympathetic, humanist tragedy. After watching Baz Luhrmann’s film version, you’ll know that there wasn’t.
Luhrmann, who is…
