I saw The Great Gatsby (2013). I had not read the book. I loved Romeo + Juliet (1996). I was less enthused by Baz Luhrmann’s Moulin Rouge (2001). I recognized the colors, the party, the mania. I enjoyed those parts. I liked the fact the story works on two levels: the rich & powerful form a separate class and will never allow upstarts into their midst, and men objectifying women. Anyway, that’s how I see it: the framing story says Gatsby’s hope was a shining beacon, but to me, Gatsby’s love was obsessive, his imaginings of how things will turn out stronger than his respect for Daisy’s own decisions. In the end, however, my back hurt and the movie just would not end. It was too long. Or perhaps I just could not sympathize with any of the protagonists. I didn’t feel the love.