Sunday morning began at ridiculous o’clock in the morning when the heavens opened up and poured water onto the Earth waking my bed companion cum arch-nemesis, Lex Luthor.
Lex is my BFK’s puppy of some breed I don’t know the name of. Since she was off at the craptastic farm celebrating her in-law’s 50th anniversary, I was home with the arch-nemesis. You get that he’s my arch-nemesis because I have a Superman tattoo, right? Okay.
After this weekend I have come to two conclusions. First, people who raise puppies into dogs should get free get into the afterlife of their choice cards. Puppies, man, they are a lot of work. You puppy people get all the props. Second, I am not a dog person.
Because it was ridiculous o’clock and because I got roughly eight minutes of sleep the night before, I did the pottying of the puppy and promptly plopped back into bed until about 9:30.
Sleeping so late and missing most of Meet the Press threw my day right out of whack and it never quite got on track. I spent most of the morning and early afternoon listening to The Current, saying “No, Lex!”, and writing about the fantastic Uses for Boys. There was some lunch in there at some point and a very quick shower. Honestly, I don’t remember a lot. I’m not worth a lick when I haven’t gotten a proper amount of sleep.
Around three I brought Lex back to his humans whom he missed and who missed him, and picked up my niece Jaycie where we went to view “The Great Gatsby” in 2D. We agreed as we walked through the always empty Shakopee Town Square mall that 3D sucked because it made our eyes and brains feel funny.
With a tub of popcorn & a giant Fruit Punch to split we settled into Baz Luhrman’s dizzy, overlong, but still kinda good adaptation of The Great American novel.
Here’s what I liked:
- Jordan Baker. She was the best. I can finally see why she’s gotten the most “fictional character I’ve had a crush on” votes from the people who have answered MN Reads’ 6 Questions We Always Ask. (For the record, I chose Ponyboy Curtis when I answered those questions)
- The sumptuous real-estate. Both Gatsby’s mansion and the Bucahanan estate were magnificent.
- Also, the green light on the end of Daisy’s dock. I have special feelings for that light and I like that in certain scenes the lighting looked just like the Gatsby lights I can see out my window.
- That “so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past” were the last words in the movie.
- All the Baz Luhrmanness of it. I like his stuff.
- I think Tobey Maguire was a spot-on Nick Carraway all earnestness and admiration
- That first time Nick goes over to the Buchanan’s and finds Daisy & Jordan lazing on the couch. It is a wonderful scene.
Here’s what I did not like:
- The stupid, pointless framework they gave the movie: Nick writing the story of his summer in New York as a recollection while in a sanitarium.
- The gratuitous car “chase” scenes.
- The New York Party scene with Myrtle Wilson, Nick, and Tom Buchanan. Blech.
- The strange accent Leonardo DiCaprio gave Gatsby. I didn’t quite get it and it felt phony throughout.
- There wasn’t enough Jordan Baker.
- Somehow the movie felt kind of hollow, all glitz and no soul. When Gatsby is killed in the movie it doesn’t feel as wrenching or sad as it does in the novel. At first I thought maybe it wasn’t quite right because I knew it was coming, but I’ve read The Great Gatsby half a dozen times and each time I’m sad when Gatsby’s murdered. The movie just left me feeling kind of ‘eh.’ That might also be to the fact that Gatsby’s killed some 2 hours and 10 minutes after the movie starts and I was all “let’s get this going already!”
- The music. Bleh. They should have stuck with Jazz and not the modern stuff Jay-Z cobbled together. It did not work for me at all.
The “It’s (Insert Day of Week) and I’m Boring” is a series that Christa and I do to pay homage to the beauty of old-school blogging. (I totally copied this nice explanation from Christa).