Welcome to 2013 when every tiny detail in a film is scrubbed clean of any ambiguity — because if anything is left in doubt it might be misinterpreted and then what does that say about the film? What does it say about the film’s director? What does it say about society? Because our films are, perhaps, the new gathering place where church used to be, there is this continual application of political correctness and morality.
While I think in some cases that is to the benefit of art and artists, sometimes it feels like these arguments puff up just because there’s Twitter. Or Tumblr. Or Facebook. Content, traffic, attention. Everyone is watching each other watch a movie.
When Martin Scorsese’s extraordinary Wolf of Wall Street dares to tell the truth about not just the kind of men who play that game, but the layer of society that condones and celebrates it, suddenly Scorsese and Terence Winter are devoid of common decency, wanting only to celebrate the behavior depicted on film. Scorsese’s intention? What of DiCaprio’s? He endorsed Jordan Belfort in a video that keeps making the rounds as if to — what, prove that DiCaprio felt sympathetic towards Belfort? Come on, really people? When did this become the norm? When did the chattering class, the Twitterverse, lose its ability to tell the difference between portraying and condoning?