Nothing about F Scott Fizgerald's The Great Gatsby feels especially festive: it's all critical despair in stifling summer air, chilled mint juleps and crisp linen suits. Baz Luhrmann's The Great Gatsby (Warner, 12) is another matter: this luxurious pudding seems more at home in the run-up to Christmas (when it was originally slated for release in cinemas) than it did back in May. That may be because Luhrmann has never met a bauble, sparkler or strand of tinsel he didn't like: like all his films, this Gatsby is dressed and decorated to scrumptious excess.
Critics trotting out the tired "style over substance" epithet were missing the point. Style is substance in Luhrmann's universe, and as such, the film is rather effective in capturing the beautiful but damned