Auditing the West Egg bootlegging mogul's personal finances.
The best thing about Baz Luhrmann’s much-anticipated/much-dreaded The Great Gatsby is that it is unmistakably F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby.
Four glorious red-carpet tuxedos.
It was adorned with a halo of purple flowers.
"I hope my finger pad isn't going to be sore for the rest of my life!"
Her dress's plunge almost met her belly button.
It is the only book I have read five times despite failing to derive almost any pleasure at all from the experience.
"We're winning out there."
"I'll make myself available!"
The jewels were custom-designed for Daisy, not Carey.
Finally, a tag-free version of Beyoncé's "Back to Black."
Leonardo DiCaprio brought his mom.
He looked like a giant swaddled in luxe sheets.
As opposed to her normal designs?
"Back to Black," reimagined Gatsby-style.