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...politics, it is becoming the year of the open book. Incumbents and challengers alike are distributing their tax returns and net worth statements - everything, including accounts of the egg money, it seems - to prove their honesty. When one prospective Democratic challenger made public ten years' worth of tax returns, Republican Senator Henry Bellmon of Oklahoma went to the Internal Revenue Service bent on novel oneupmanship. Audit my returns for the last ten years, he proposed, and we'll announce the results...
...Kahnweiler or Gris's 1912 portrait of Picasso, the human figure, mutable and livery and emotionally expressive as it is, was not the ideal cubist subject. Distortion of the face or the body becomes a sort of violation in the interest of form, but one cannot violate an egg or a tabletop. They are dead form, nature morte, already...
...novel, of course, is powerful by innuendo. Nick Carroway's sense distills the sense of Gatsby, and Carroway's values--the superior morality of the Midwestern small town Christian conscience, the nostalgia for the old American orders under eclipse--judge West Egg. But this movie doles out portions of the narrative like a mess sergeant in an army canteen, everybody gets some: Mr. Gats gets some of Carroway's, Carroway is made to speak what had been silent observation, Daisy and Gatsby even get to act out some of Jordan Baker's. Further, the movie hardhits you with scenery...
...Hollywood's attributes were so amply like West Egg's, Hollywood was bound to lure Fitzgerald into a mad hate-love affair. Its attraction could magnetize the man as certainly as it could rot his art. As the peeling Dr. Eckleberg--monument to America's first age of advertising and god of the ash heaps--mocked the death of Gatsby's dreams, so Hollywood--monster bulwark of materialism and smug summit of the equation--tortured Fitzgerald. Yes, the place could be as hostile to Fitzgerald as West Egg had been to Gatsby. Though both could dream unto death, neither could...
...just such vanity. But this movie ignores all appropriate acknowledgemeets. It lacks the grace to pay tribute to any vanished aspect of its past. It is too stuck up--failing to break out of the hollowness of its conception, echoing instead a hollowness not unlike that of West Egg. And its breed of pretentiousness is simply 30 years too late...