the director really focused on putting on the screen a precise and involving portrait of the roaring twenties, and in that way, the movie might fulfil the spectator's expectations. it's a movie of no contents though. Daisy's nothing but a spoilt, frivolous woman, it's even hard bear her shrill voice. I could perceive not even the shadow of the great love that lead Gatsby to his tragic, but yet overwhelming, end.
I finally saw this much-derided disappointment and it's easy to see why it was a critical flop. Despite a top-flight cast and a script by Francis Ford Coppola the movie was a bit too much like a Playboy Magazine cigarette ad from the 70's.