Great Gatsby Release Date Pushed Back Due To Problems With Realism
The release date of Baz Luhrman’s new version of The Great Gatsby has been pushed back to summer 2013 (~six months) to “give director Baz Luhrman more time to finish extensive 3D effects and a planned all-star soundtrack.” Cuz if it’s one movie that needed to be in 3-D…
Actually, Luhrman’s constant tinkering is somewhat in keeping with the spirit of Fitzgerald. F. Scott either famously or apocryphally had to be pulled away from the printing of the book by editor Maxwell Perkins while trying to make even more last minute changes to the manuscript as it was being printed. Supposedly, Perkins led him out of the printshop by promising him a drink down the street, which, not surprisingly, worked.
That having been said, Fitzgerald, for all the changes he wanted to make, was eventually stopped. Sounds like Luhrman could use a Perkins of his own.
By the by, Luhrman, here’s how to do 3-D without effects:
We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.
The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.
The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it-indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in.
The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise-she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression-then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room.
Like it’s happening in front of you, isn’t it?