I’m an old curmudgeon who doesn’t have a computer, so I concede I miss out on a lot of information that could be of value. And I don’t watch much daytime TV because I’ve developed an allergy to commercials. “So what?” you may ask.
Well, a few days ago a friend asked if I’d like to go to a movie. “Which one?” I innocently asked.
“The Wolf of Wall Street.” Why not, I responded, forgetting that I had not seen any movie previews recently. Perhaps even assuming from the title that it might be a blast from the past. Like the old days of Christmas stories with Santa and some of the elves and other little animals.
When the first few scenes crossed the screen, I began to think I had entered some kind of porno picture. Then I knew I should get up and leave, but I didn’t have my own car and it’s a long walk home. And maybe, just maybe, I was so dumbfounded that I kept hoping what I saw and heard really could not be happening in a family theater at 4 in the afternoon at Christmastime!
I’ve thumbed through the Bible often enough to be dangerous, but in my wildest nightmare I never imagined seeing Sodom and Gomorrah, glamorously beautified, up front and personalized, for three whole hours in Walla Walla!
There is an ending to this rant, honest!
The Jan. 5 edition of the Union-Bulletin headlined a great commentary piece and editorial cartoon by David Horsey of the Los Angeles Times “America wolfs down ‘Wolf of Wall Street’ excess.” Then Horsey took all the rest of my words out of my mouth and put them in more perfect order.
I hope you enjoy reading it. I did, especially the part where the director, in his own defense, stated “this is something that’s not going to go away if you don’t talk about it.”
And I might add, “tell others how you feel about it, then do something.”