
Films that can conceivably be considered intellectual (according to Hollywood standards, that is) never come to my area. Even Anna Karenina was never shown in my town. So we have decided to watch The Great Gatsby while in Florida because we will probably never get to see it otherwise. My belief in the high level of Florida’s civilization evaporated, however, when I saw this warning attached to the film’s schedule. Yes, I’m sure 12-year-olds will be irreparably damaged by seeing “smoking, partying, and brief language” of the great American classic.

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