The Great Gatsby is the only book I read in high school from cover to cover. The other books I had to read, I used CliffsNotes or asked around in AOL chat rooms. Aw. I loved AOL chat rooms. You could suck cyber cock in one room while asking literature questions in another. Sweet memories.
So because it was the only book in high school I cared about, I’m a little fucking grossed out that Baz Luhrmann has bought up the film rights. This will be the fifth The Great Gatsby movie. My personal favorite is the TV version with Mira Sorvino, because it’s a hot steaming log of diarrhea covered in obese maggots.
Baz thinks it’s a perfect time to do a remake, because everyone’s money is burning. Baz said, “If you wanted to show a mirror to people that says, ‘You’ve been drunk on money,’ they’re not going to want to see it. But if you reflected that mirror on another time they’d be willing to. People will need an explanation of where we are and where we’ve been, and ‘The Great Gatsby’ can provide that explanation.”
People don’t go to the movies to think! They go to see soft core fucky times, bitches shooting each other and talking animal friends. I know for a fact that they don’t go to the movies to see Nicole Kidman, so if Baz is thinking of casting her as Daisy, he better change his name to Spaz and crawl into a kangaroo pouch.
I can totally see him casting Nicole, because he’s all up on her rubbery snatch. Nicole is no Daisy! The bitch ain’t even the plastic daisy bouquet from the clearance section at Big Lots that sits on my mom’s living room coffee table.