I saw Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby last weekend and… not my favorite movie.
Partly I think the problem is that I love the book so extremely much. I’ve posted previously about how much the book moved me when I re-read it as an adult, and I don’t know if it’s quite possible for a movie to capture the subtleties of the book (though for the record, I’m not sure Luhrmann really tried to do that).
As the movie release approached and passed though, I had lots of conversations with friends and acquaintances who confessed they really, really don’t like F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. The book, not the movie.
This is closely related to a question reader Drew Turney asked me:
How do you manage your relationship to a book that’s an accepted classic which everybody seems to love but which did nothing for you?
How do you manage your feelings and react in polite company when there’s a classic that everyone loves that you just don’t? Why does it stir your emotions and get you a little crazy when a book is canonized and you can’t stand it?
(And admit it. You judge people a little when they love a book you hate…)