Now you all know I'm a literary nerd because I would talk about this movie. Okay to be perfectly honest, I couldn't get super into F. Scott Fitzgerald, too artsy fartsy for me. However I always appreciated the story and that people are messed up creatures. Now The Great Gatsby isn't a love story. I don't care what any english teacher has ever said, it's not a damn love story. It had love in it, but that doesn't make it a love story. Daisy was too much of a selfish cow and Gatsby was too much of a fool to see it. I pity him actually; for someone who was so well-respected and so powerful, he allowed the love a girl he no longer knew to cloud him. But isn't that what love does to all of us? But before I get on a anti-love rant, I'll continue with what The Great Gatsby is about.

 It's 1922, "gin is the drink of choice and sex is the national obsession" and Nick Carraway comes to Long Island, New York for work. Next to his small rental home is the massive mansion of the mysterious and extravagant Jay Gatsby. With an invitation to his neighbor's extraordinary party, Nick befriends Gatsby and discovers that he had a love affair with his cousin Daisy, who happens to live right across the bay from them. Gatsby pleas Nick to bring her to his house in hopes of rekindling a lost love. Daisy, bored with her gruff and philandering husband Tom, accepts the invitation and thus begins the affair that will rock their world forever.

 Now I think this is going to be the biggest party of the year so if you don't believe, just watch the trailer. Merry Christmas everybody!