An Open Letter to the Makers of The Wolf of Wall Street, and the Wolf Himself

An Open Letter to the Makers of The Wolf of Wall Street, and the Wolf Himself:

So here’s the deal. You people are dangerous. Your film is a reckless attempt at continuing to pretend that these sorts of schemes are entertaining, even as the country is reeling from yet another round of Wall Street scandals. We want to get lost in what? These phony financiers’ fun sexcapades and coke binges? Come on, we know the truth. This kind of behavior brought America to its knees.

And yet you’re glorifying it - you who call yourselvesliberals. You were honored for career excellence and for your cultural influenceby the Kennedy Center, Marty. You drive a Honda hybrid, Leo. Did you think about the cultural message you’d be sending when you decided to make this film? You have successfully aligned yourself with an accomplished criminal, a guy who still hasn’t made full restitution to his victims, exacerbating our national obsession with wealth and status and glorifying greed and psychopathic behavior. And don’t even get me started on the incomprehensible way in which your film degrades women, the misogynistic, ass-backwards message you endorse to younger generations of men.

Did she see a different movie than me? Because I don’t think anyone in their right mind comes out of this film thinking anything other than Jordan Belfort is a complete and utterly vile piece of shit. And those who do? They’re the exact kind of people the film is critiquing.

An Open Letter to the Makers of The Wolf of Wall Street, and the Wolf Himself