So, here's why I am so angry. This guy is a despicable human being whose greed and lack of any moral fiber robbed lots of people of their hard earned money. He's a scam artist. That's it. And for some reason, I'm supposed to care about his life's story. If you haven't seen the movie, don't waste your time or the $6 it costs to rent off Comcast because I would hate to see another dime going to this fucktard, drug addicted, scum bag. There aren't enough mean words in the vocabulary of the world to express my absolute abhorrence for this man and his stupid friend Donny too. The whole crew of them. Here's a quick video to give you an idea of what the ENTIRE THREE HOURS is about...
What blows my mind is that Martin Scorsese actually made this shit bag's life into a movie as if the product had any artistic or cinematic value at all. There was no growth, no character development, no moral discovery that the character undergoes which would have made the story minutely relateable to an actual human being. The New York Times wrote a several page spread on him in which the headline's subtitle reads, "You can see why Leonardo DiCaprio wanted to play Jordan Belfort in the movie". I don't see why anyone would want to pretend to be this douchey of a person. Does Hollywood think the "little guys" are so envious of their luxurious lives that we actually have nothing better to do than sit around and watch these soulless, shallow, self-agrandizing criminals snorting coke off each others asses and banging prostitutes for 180 minutes?
I'm pissed that I was bamboozled into believing that this was a film of any merit. I'm pissed that this ass hat wrote a book about his useless and wasted life, and I'm pissed that Hollywood turned it into a movie so that the masses could PAY HIM MORE MONEY, as if he hasn't screwed enough people. He STOLE over $100 million!
While he claims that he is a changed man, you can see him get all huffy about being questioned by reporter Liz Hayes in a 60 minutes interview. Apparently, he's finding ways to avoid paying the reparations to his victims, and Liz is trying to get to the bottom of it. He's crying about "no one ever treating him so horribly", which I can't imagine. Surely there has to be someone besides me in this world who wants to spit in his face or kick him in the balls. I think if I ever met him it would be nearly impossible for me not to throw up on his shoes.
And the best part is that this piece of shit now works as a motivational speaker. Come on! What kind of world do we live in that HE actually has FANS? I just can't take it.
I want my $6 back. I want my three hours back. And as far as wanting his life, I wouldn't trade my worst day on earth to be him for even a millisecond, but I wouldn't mind being able to close out my debt to Sallie Mae. That's all I really want beyond the happy, healthy, and love-filled life I am blessed to have. There but by the grace of God go I.