Movie Marathon #24: The Great Gatsby
The Great Gatsby is a novel all about style over substance. A novel about the power of suggestion of class and style, with the roaring twenties fashion of the time taking precedence over all the decadence and pretty little fools of the story.
First off, you’ve got the divine Carrie Mulligan as Daisy “Pretty Little Fool” Buchanan, dressed up to the languid nines in every scene. She represents one side of the female fashion in the movie, all lashings of jewellery, gorgeous, quirky headbands and pastel-coloured this and that. It’s all about her beautiful, delicate and equally awful nature of her character-the flapper dress particularly, with the soft tones complementing Mulligan’s English-rose complexion and general air of knowing vulnerability. It’s one of those styles that looks better the more you do with it; just sitting around in a flapper dress does make one feel perhaps less Daisy Buchanan and more I-came-to-the-party-in-a-sack.
Fighting the other corner for the feminine fashion in Gatsby is Christina Debicki, co-starring as the wonderfully cynical golfer Jordan Baker. She represents a somehow more androgynous yet equally feminine style; ballsy, yet clever in a raised-eyebrow-and-scotch kind of way. She’s definitely the character I’d be most inclined to model myself on, both in style and standards. She also seems to have somewhat of a penchant for veiled headpieces, which I can simply see not one thing wrong with.
Then you’ve got the men-oh, the men, from an almost saccharine Toby Maguire looking like a trembling fawn taking it’s first steps in loungewear to Leo DiCaprio looking like the proud daddy who’s showing him how. All beautifully cut suits, clean lines, little bow ties and luscious tweed, there’s not much to be said about it other than fifty points to the first woman who can convince her boyfriend to dress like that 24/7.
In short, the glorious Gatsby adaption perfectly captures the feeling of the novel-that sublime notion of decadence, languorous natures and the tragedy of Gatsby himself. And it’s thrown us all into a flux of wanting to dress like a lady golfer from the 1920s. But then, what’s new?