If the title of this post doesn’t sum up my feeling towards this film clearly enough, then this should:
I think Gatsby is the Great American Novel, even though it slipped out of fashion and out of print for decades (like Moby Dick and lots of Faulkner), and even though its author, no matter his achievement, is somehow assuredly not the Great American Novelist. The Great American Novel never makes for the Great American Movie. The latter rarely derives from the former. The Godfather was based on a pulp smash, Vertigo on a Gallic-noir potboiler, and Casablanca was written by committee.
As much as I love the film Midnight in Paris, I’ve just realised there’s one quite major error to the whole thing. If Owen Wilson’s character is as big a fan of the Lost Generation and their associates as he claims to be, then surely he would of instantly recognised who they all were on their first meeting.
I’ve never really had much respect for Harmony Korine as a filmmaker but that’s definitely changed after last nights viewing of Spring Breakers. One of my favourite films of the year so far.