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The Wolf of Wall Street: Fuck This Movie, Fuck Jordan Belfort, Fuck The Audience, And, I Guess, Fuck Me Too
The Wolf of Wall Street (2013)
Directed by Martin Scorsese
Screenplay by Terence Winter
It wasn’t meant to be this way. No siree.
I’d gone to the theater that snowy midday to see Inside Llewyn Davis again. I just wanted to once more curl up in some good ol’ depressing Coen brothers greatness, goddammit. But it was sold out. The only movie that wasn’t was this one. I’d had mixed feelings about seeing it, but my boredom outweighed my uncertainty and I figured, ‘ah, what the hell’.
I left the theater fuming with anger. I don’t just mean annoyed—I mean actually fuming mad and ranting in my head about it. My anger seemed to stem from my inability to understand if this movie was a brilliantly orchestrated, relentless and morally superior one—out to teach a lesson—or if was just passive and amoral, letting the viewer decide what’s right and wrong. What I did know was that I resented the hell out of it—and I needed yell so from the top deck of my million dollar yacht in front of a thousand of my closest friends.
I’m not really sitting with you right now, Steven Spielberg, but I want to be. There’s really nothing I could think of that would be more of an achievement. To be honest, I don’t think about your movies enough anymore, and I don’t reference you enough in my pieces on this site. It’s because talking about you is kind of old hat. You are unequivocally the most successful, and the most household name-y of any movie director in history. You created my childhood, and millions upon millions of other childhoods. Your name had as much market value in the 80s and 90s as McDonald’s and Reebok. (I made that last sentence up but it sounds real!)
So anyway, yeah, I’m sitting here (not really) with the most iconic living legend filmmaker of all time, Steven Spielberg: