In
my blog post of 3/18/12, I mention four reasons why I think film versions of The
Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald are doomed to fail: a stupid plot and
weak characters that would embarrass most writers, great American themes that
would humble them and a glorious written style that demands an equally glorious
visual analog. In the current (May) issue of Town and Country magazine,
Francis Ford Coppola adds a fifth reason why
the 1974 version starring Robert Redford was so dull, pretentious and
completely unmemorable: himself.
Between
filming The Godfather and releasing it, Mr. Coppola needed money and
wasn’t sure his mafia movie would succeed. So, he agreed to rewrite (completely)
the screenplay for The Great Gatsby. It took him two weeks. It should have taken longer.
The now famous director and screenwriter doesn’t
criticize the film, nor does the magazine – although Town and Country
does use the wonderfully ambiguous term “resonant” to describe it. In this very
short piece, Coppola doesn’t go into detail about anything except what he
considers to be his major contribution: adding a dialogue-heavy scene between
Gatsby and the woman he idolizes, Daisy Buchanan. I give him credit
for realizing something was missing, but dialogue? Okay. As legions of Godfather
fans know, Coppola’s dialogue can be pretty good. He didn’t, however, replace
it with his own. Instead, he stole it from Fitzgerald’s short stories. I don’t
mind stealing, either, but doing it right takes as much time as outright creation and – by his own admission – Coppola was in a rush. So, in his zeal to
take the money and run, he overlooks the two biggest reasons why you should never steal dialogue from Fitzgerald’s short stories.
First, “Bernice Bobs Her Hair” ain’t knocking Gatsby or Tender is the Night off
the shelf. Second, the poetic style that made F. Scott Fitzgerald famous is
absent in his dialogue. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good dialogue, but only because it’s faithful to the empty
and superficial people he wrote about.
So
many people are involved in making a movie – any movie – that no one bears
complete responsibility for the results. Even the list of major contributors is
long. Thus, when someone as obviously talented as Francis Ford Coppola claims
sole credit for writing the screenplay - creating the very structure - for an inert mass like the
1974 The Great Gatsby, there’s only one thing we can do. Give it to him.
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