The Wolf of Wall Street

I went out and saw The Wolf of Wall Street today. My friend had hyped it up for me, because he posted a massive facebook status about it, saying how it was so glorious and confronting and whatnot. Anyway, I got really excited, and my expectations were sky-high. Naturally, by the time I actually saw the movie, my expectations came crashing right back down, because fuck that the movie was just like a less intense version of pornography and involved people snorting cocaine and taking a lot of pills.

Like, drugs are bad. I get it, okay. But I don't understand why seeing someone on screen taking drugs 24-7 and fucking his life over is "confronting". It's like, well yeah, welcome to the real world. Yes, people do shit like that. I'm not even remotely surprised. This guy is so rich, what else would he be doing, other than whoring and doping. Those give you like, the ultimate chemical sensations.

Now that the supposed vulgarity of the film had failed me, I searched for something deep and meaningful- and didn't really find any. This wasn't one of those movies which aimed to teach you a moral lesson- I think it was really just a POV from the criminal, and an insight into the life of someone really, really fucking rich. Personally I thought it was really admirable how he managed to scam that much money off people- and how he still manages to be successful after serving a gaol sentence. I mean come on, he wrote a book and someone made an awesome movie out of it, starring Leonardo DiCaprio.

In the end, I think if I were smarter, I probably would've ended up like him. I do have a crazy drive for money these days. Sometimes I do think the thirst of wealth is like some kind of disease- I know my entire family is enslaved by it, and income is all they care about, weighed above everything else. The phrase I hear the most nowadays is "how can you afford happiness if you can't even pay off your electricity bills, or if you don't even have a house to live in?" Harsh words, yeah? So I want to be rich, I want to be rich so I can throw a stack of bills in their fucking faces, and slap them with it. Then I'd shout, "BECAUSE I'M RICH, MOTHERFUCKER, AND I'M NOT A FILTHY WORKING-CLASS SCUM LIKE YOU WHO CHOCKED THEIR OWN DREAMS TO DEATH WITH THEIR NEED FOR MONEY. BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS, TO BE ALIVE. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING LIFE, BECAUSE I'M FUCKING RICH."

No offense to the general working-class, by the way, before you try to rise up and revolt against me. But if you do genuinely think that money is so fucking important- important enough for you to work like an inefficient robot, important enough that you think it must be the most important thing for everyone else too, and you would go to great fucking extents to make them believe it---- then yeah you are nothing more than filthy fucking working-class scum.

Yeah, so I picked up usage of the F word after watching the movie. It was a pretty good movie.