Industry screening for the editors guild. Tribeca Cinemas. Me, Josh, James, and Jésus (James' BFF). Ran into wonderful friend/production supervisor, just finishing up a new Jim Jarmusch film. Settled in for a screening of The Great Gatsby. I was prepared for it to be visually stunning (it is Baz Luhrmann, after all, who made Moulin Rouge, another glitzy big trajedy with parties and dance numbers) and I was prepared for DiCaprio to be excellent, and I didn't know what I would think about the rest of the film, but what I wasn't prepared for was my actual, audible gasp at the music choice. I am not going to tell you the music choice. I want you to discover it for yourself. But there's a strong, innovative, completely mind-blowing (to me) music choice, and I adored it. I adored it so much that each time I encountered it, I just shook my head in wonder. I can't actually remember the last time a filmmaker took me to a place of such delight and wonder, and filled me with intense life.
OK, I feel a little bad teasing you like this and not giving you anything to actually listen to, so here you go. This gorgeous song by Sia was playing over the credit roll.