There’s no mystery about a film by Baz Luhrmann. We know it’s going to be big and brassy, fast-moving, wilfully superficial, and packed with over-the-top theatrics. As a result, I go to each new Baz film with a sense of diminished expectations.

For me, everything started to go wrong with Moulin Rouge! (2001), which I watched through gritted teeth. Australia (2008) might be the most embarrassing movie to come out of this country, and The Great Gatsby (2013) did a comprehensive hatchet job on one of the seminal novels of the 20th century.