New York, 1922. The tempo of the city had changed. The buildings were higher, the parties were bigger, the morals were looser, and the liquor was cheaper. The restlessness approached hysteria.
As beautiful as the book was and as beautiful as the movie looks, I can’t help but feel apprehensive that the movie will do no justice whatsoever to the book.
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