I rather like heartfelt reviews which eviscerate a dreadful movie. Movie demolition job noted, and thank you for it.
Now, as an aside, what do you think of the book this (dreadful) movie purportedly was based on?
I love (much) of the writing of John Steinbeck, some of Ernest Hemingway's work, again, some of of Jack London, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and so on, but I'll readily admit that I never warmed to 'The Great Gatsby' even as a book, and I suspect that even in an ideal world (great director, script, cinematography, fidelity to the story in tone and content, superb cast, etc. etc.), it would be a devilishly hard story to successfully translate to the screen. However, each to their own.
Back in the - um, 1980s, and 1990s, I used to watch the legendary film critic Barry Norman on the BBC, almost religiously, most weeks. His articulate demolition jobs, encyclopaedic knowledge of movies, and their back history, his impeccable taste and impressive standards, his integrity and complete lack of cant and deference to idiotic stars and the world of PR which surrounded them meant that he was revered chez nous, and my brother and I paid close heed to his recommendations (and his dislikes). (Mind you, intelligent, thoughtful, articulate stars welcomed the opportunity to talk with him).
If he openly disdained a movie (he loathed the Rocky franchise, for example, viewing it is politically moronic and utterly trite from a narrative viewpoint), or recommended one (his passionate recommendation of both 'Au Revoir, Les Enfants', and 'Lone Star' impelled me to make time to see them both), I took him seriously, and heeded him.