Movie Night

Wolf of Wall Street. This is a movie I had no intention of watching. I saw one trailer and was instantly put off. Stacey put it in our queue just the same. Then we were loaned a rented copy. Watched it last night.

Piece of Shit. The character and the movie. Three hours that should have been 15 minutes. As it dragged on, we decided to skip scenes because we did want to go to bed. Had I realized it was autobiographical, I would have stopped watching a third of the way in. I was just waiting for the character to die. He didn't. He should have.

We have a federal law that prohibits someone from making money from the story of their crime. When this jackass wrote his book, it must have still been legal. I'm too disinterested to find out if he was the reason for the law. Probably wasn't. We have that law now. So, how is he allowed to make money on the movie? It is slightly possible that he isn't ... and pigs fly.

That this guy got rich is a testament to the ignorance of humanity.