The Great Gatsby

The Great Gatsby ½

An absolute depressing and soul sucking sad excuse for a movie.

Merely a collage of ten homeless people hired off the street to read cue cards in front of a camera. The acting (if you can call it that) dripped with more apathy and less practice than if the students in the class I watched it in had performed it ourselves. It was seemingly impossible to disgrace a book I already had no respect for but the creators of this movie have outdone themselves. This junk pile of contents of a camera put over a cheesy score induced an acid reflux in me I didn’t even know I had. Forced, uncomfortable, pathetic, colorless, these are a few choice words I would use to describe this reel of cut scenes. Honestly to go into detail about everything that makes this sad excretion of writing bad would be a waste of both the ones reading this and my time, and if you truly want to know, go right ahead and watch this hatred flaring reenactment, but I shall hopefully refrain from ever thinking about it again. Mrs. Solomon I will never forgive you for making me watch this.