Did you go see The Wolf of Wall Street? I thought about going to it, but after reading this open letter from the daughter of one of the protagonist’s partners in crime, I won’t.
But let me admit something: I’m a sucker for good writing, and either this letter was ghostwritten or this woman could polish the rusty prose off a 1920s legal brief. It’s always possible I’ve been smitten by the letter and its argument a little too much. Read it yourself.
I’m also assuming the accuracy of her allegation that the movie glamorizes securities fraud. I’ve seen the trailers a few dozen times, so her allegation isn’t hard to believe. I don’t think I’ve seen such a sex-charged, glam-filled trailer since . . . frick, I don’t know. I could barely sit through the trailers without feeling like I had to go to confession.
Her letter basically boils down to this: The Wolf’s and his accomplice’s actions immensely harmed many people, including their family members. How could Martin Scorsese and Leonardo DiCaprio celebrate it, thereby allowing the Wolf to profit from his wrongdoing further? She also asks people not to support the effort.
Although part of me says Scorsese et al are merely giving the public what they want, overall, her argument is persuasive, and I won’t go see the movie. The two or three tickets I would’ve bought aren’t going to make a dent in the movie’s success, but as St. Therese reminds us, we can only act in small ways (which is, incidentally, the only cogent justification I can find for voting every four years, but that assumes the candidates’ … Read the rest