This movie needs to calm down
I liked the music--yes, it's weird, rap and Beyonce and whatnot mixed with ragtime or whatever that old timey music is--but I felt like as soon as one number ended, another began, and it came pretty close to being overblown. One scene has a sweeping, emotional ballad by Lana Del Rey, the next has a rousing, frantic piece to accompany the partying. The music never lets up and never stops trying to manipulate the viewer's emotions.
And the camera would not remain still. It was constantly moving up and down and left and right and flying across that CGI bay between West and East Egg, almost hitting a sail on a boat, or flying out of Myrtle and Tom's apartment, past a construction site where a lone welder works, the sparks flying from his torch. I sometimes felt like it was too much. Did I need to see a welder? Did I need to see the sparks?
And the performances, especially from the supporting players, were laughably cartoonish. I'm thinking of the cab driver who bellows, "Evening, sweethearts! Where to?" or Dan Cody's "What the hell you doin' . . . OLD SPORT?" or Nick's doctor who stupidly asks, "So . . . he was your neighbor?" or the maniacal look on Klipspringer as he played the pipe organ. Even Amitabh Bachchan, who was pretty good, sounded a little over the top when he said, "You smell so good!" The performances were ridiculously overdone enough to make me laugh.