My daughter is at a midnight screening of Gatsby tonight with her AP English class. It was pretty cute - they dressed up in 20s flapper gear for the event.
That darn movie's getting a ton of attention. I've seen the trailer a few times, and I might be more enthusiastic about it if they hadn't cast the two most pre-pubescent looking actors in the business. Toby Maguire may be 37, and Leonardo - unbelievably - clocks in at 38, but they look like they should be cast for a Leave It To Beaver remake, only neither of them has the gravitas to be Wally.
I'll admit it: I like to see a beguiling actor or two when I go to the show. A man one could, so to speak, sink one's teeth into. And it's not about the age, really (though I'm always happy to ogle a mature actor). I'm just weary of all the fresh-faced, barely-post-pubescent-looking fellows.
There was a great quote in the NYT summer movie preview a while back. In a review of "Hard Times," the writer says that Charles Bronson "looked as if he emerged from the womb needing a cup of coffee." I *love* that line - and the man he describes. He would have made a hell of a Gatsby.