The Wolf of Wall Street: This ain’t no cautionary tale

I love how this review of The Wolf of Wall Street tries to point out some inferiority in the film but only ends up stating why this new Scorsese joint is one of the best films of the year. There’s nothing familiar about the way Wolf portrays its peculiarly one-percenter story—


This movie teaches that thieving pays off; drugs solve problems; the bad guys always win and the good guys always end up looking like schnooks. This movie doesn’t moralize. It simply (gloriously) presents you with a point of view— that of the titular Wolf: a heartless, money-grubbing, whoring, drug-addled, captain of non-industry who made millions stealing away with the money of lower- and middle-class people. The movie shows you how this man lived and how he never really paid for his ruinous lifestyle. It’s a perfect allegory for a certain subset of America, and it’s honestly told. Though there are large sections of the movie that can be revolting or downright scary, the movie’s not a cautionary tale.

For example, it seemed like no one died when they were supposed to. You know how regular movies show you a lifestyle and it’s clearly bad— the visuals are grimy and dark, the music sounds strained, and characters who do bad things have bad ends? That doesn’t happen here. Other movies with similarly dark subject matter would have had the characters suffer and change— in the usual Hollywood movie, an overdose would cause death or a complete 180 in character. In Wolf, an overdose means hilarity ensues (albeit an extremely uncomfortable brand of hilarity. See the movie in theaters; you’ll know what I mean). In a Hollywood movie, driving a car with your small child in the front seat while you’re strung out would end with an impossibly small coffin and gut-wrenching, emotional music. In Wolf, you just lose custody.

In the end, this guy, the Wolf, gets 3 years in what is essentially a country club with barbed wire. Afterwards he gets a lucrative career as a motivational speaker. How many felons who aren’t Martha Stewart get to bounce back like that?


I have to say that the single most important lesson I learned in 25 years talking every single day to people was that there is a common denominator in our human experience. Most of us, I tell ya, we don’t want to be divided. What we want—the common denominator that I found in every single interview—is that we want to be validated. We want to be understood.

I’ve done over 35,000 interviews in my career, and as soon as that camera shuts off everyone always turns to me and inevitably in their own way ask this question: “was that ok?”

I heard it from President Bush. I heard it from President Obama. I’ve heard it from heroes and from housewives. I’ve heard it from victims and perpetrators of crime. I even heard it from BE-YON-CÉ in all of her Beyoncé-ness. She finishes performing, hands me the microphone, and says “was that ok?” [x]

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That last one though.

I had a long conversation with an old friend today about how, somehow, Louis CK has become the most rational public voice in parenting. 

I know most of you exist outside of the parenthood world and, y’know, I also do, seeing as how I am not a parent. But the amount of mothers I see judging each other for their strategies beyond “Do you love and care for your child” is really disheartening. 

It’s like there’s an industry that exists to attempt to scare parents into buying books, and the strategy is “LOVING AND CARING FOR YOUR CHILD IS NOT ENOUGH! BUY THIS BOOK TO FIND OUT HOW YOU ARE DESTROYING YOUR CHILD’S LIFE! OR ELSE!” 

It’s infuriating.

Thank you Hank.