Martin Scorsese’s “The Wolf of Wall Street” (2013) is fun to watch up to a point. Based on Jordan Belfort’s memoir of the same name, it is far from fiction. Money, sex, and drugs. The American dream finally come true. Everyone wants to get rich, and fast. Capitalism at its very best. Up to a point, of course. Belfort’s personal problems with American authorities are quite boring, though. Much of Wall Street is let be, as though money, sex, and drugs are not at its foundations, too. The effects of financial shenanigans on the rest of the world are irrelevant to all concerned, including Scorsese. Indeed, Belfort is a personification of capitalism in its finals tage. His personal demise is but a subterfuge, which is why the movie becomes irrelevant half way through. The many Belforts of this day and age are still free to trade on Wall Street and other leading stockmarkets around the globe. The law cannot get them all at the same time. Sooner or later, they will bring capitalism to its just end. And our moribund civilization with it. Hooray!