The subtlety in the book no film could ever represent–
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter–to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther….And one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, ending of The Great Gatsby