Anybody who thinks that Baz Luhrmann’s “The Great Gatsby” is gonna tank is FAR, FAR off the mark, muthafuckas.

In MY house, for the past six weeks or so, it has been NOTHING but Gatsby, Gatsby, Gatsby. I, myself, am OBSESSED with the book (THANK YOU, Waynie Cole. I LOVE YOU!) and when the three of them each had to read it in high school, I read it with them…TO THEM, in fact, and glammed it up and broke it down and revealed to them the UNIMAGINABLE beauty and UNIMAGINABLE tragedy with which Fitzgerald powdered and gilded every page. The dreams, the reach, the glitter, the imagery, THE UTTER END OF ALL THINGS.

This story is AMERICA. It comes from a place of dreams and fearlessness and reinvention and possibility — a place that holds the very best of what we are…and the very worst. I could talk about it ALL FUCKING DAY.

Consequently, around here, it has been adorable babies re-reading the book in bed at night, lively discussions over the kitchen island about Tom, Gatsby, and Daisy, the ruthless hunting down of blackmarket copies of the soundtrack ahead of its actual release, listening to said soundtrack on a NEVERENDING REPEAT LOOP OF HELL, breathlessly counting down the minutes until the first preview showing at 10 last night — which they flocked to IN DROVES. Trust me, it was a LONG-anticipated EVENT — and, as is their wont in such cinematic love-affairs, they will gather, go back, and see it again.

And again.

And again.

Trust me, this movie is going to make a GODDAMNED FORTUNE.

Jay Gatsby would be so proud.


About muffybolding

Muffy Bolding is a mother/writer/actor/knitter/feminist/withered debutante who likes the smell of asparagus pee, and remains obsessed with the bathroom hygiene of her three children -- despite the fact that they are 23, 19, and 16. She is blissfully married to a cute Jewish boy who looks like Willie Wonka, but remains tragically in love with the dead poet, Ted Hughes. She has the mouth of a Teamster, and her patron saint is Rocco (pestilence relief.) Ms. Bolding lives in Southern California, where she enjoys typing words, making movies, and plucking the rings from the fingers of the dead. She was the co-creator and Editor-in-Chief of the award winning satire zine, Fresno Lampoon, and in between writing screenplays, carnival barking, and savagely threatening her trio of darling larvae with a wooden spoon, she currently publishes the zine, "Withered Debutante." More of her work can also be found in the anthology, "Mamaphonic: Balancing Motherhood and Other Creative Acts", the compilation zine, "Mamaphiles III: Coming Home", as well as in The Cortland Review and She is currently writing and producing for film and television, and working on a book of essays entitled, "Inside A Chinese Dragon." She has slept around, but not nearly as much as she would have liked.
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