The Great Gatsby TV Spots: It May Be Good, But Throw The Book At It, I Say…


 
Eh, do we REALLY need this flashy-looking new version of the classic book at all? Baz Luhrmann’s at it again? Oh, well then – that changes everything. My brain is still recovering from Moulin Rouge, though. I’m more of a classic musical and film guy, despite all the efforts to make these new movies look and sound “vintage.” Well, there’s NO doubt this sure looks amazing and will rake in the loot for a while. That said, sure, it’ll rope in the rubes who flock to theaters on those lonely weekends looking for some solace in the virtual arms of superstar hunky type actors (and who don’t know a penny’s worth of the plot) and those dragged-along spouses who trade in “Date Night” deals. That said, I think F. Scott Fitzgerald’s angry ghost would be rolling up yellowed, crumbling newspapers from the era or filling dirty socks with stones so he could do a day’s worth of REALLY old school drive-bys on those expensive movie sets. 

OK, it might be really good, but my eyebrow is still up on this one. Well, as long as it’s not “Based on a True Story” or “Inspired By Actual Events…” Those films almost always stink under closer scrutiny…
 

Game of Thrones Season 3: Outside The Show, The Show Goes On…

 

I’m not one for this fancy red carpet stuff at all, as I prefer to imagine these actors in the realm of the show (whatever show they’re in) and not outside of it where they’re all preened up and look too pretty instead of gritty, but so it goes on the promotional train. Then again, I haven’t been what you’d call “starstruck” in decades, as I tend to treat everyone I meet the same way (unless they’re trying to run me over with some sort of vehicle for whatever reason).

 

 

And hey, look! Emilia Clarke is in Breakfast at Tiffany’s on Broadway! Go read the book if you’ve never, as it outclasses the film by quite a bit in terms of content. Still, I think the new version needs more DRAGONS or something, and I know you do too. Anywya, the show kicks off next week, so I can stop kicking my TV when I come home and keep seeing Al Pacino in that damned scary Bozo wig… Yeesh, my heart…