Before the disappointing adaptation of this film in 2013 came another disappointment. It would be the Robert Redford/Mia Farrow version mentioned here. I agree with the criticism of one earlier reviewer: the casting was the problem. I'm a great fan of Robert Redford. I never bought him as Jay Gatsby. He was in his pretty boy period and didn't have the bruises of experience to come across as Fitzgerald portrayed him. Mia Farrow seem like a weak Daisy. And then there is one of the strangest actresses of all time, Karen Black, with those beady little eyes, having an affair with Tom Buchanan. There is a dancing around everything with the missing angst that is the novel. I love this book and the book is the language and when you have basically poetry, except for occasional narration, it just doesn't cross over. There are many books that really should not be made into movies. I have to admit, I've never seen the first effort at this. Maybe it worked better.