Martin Scorsese’s ferocious 2013 black comedy The Wolf of Wall Street sure was a wild ride: an orgy of sex, drugs and midget tossing themed around the vacuous culture of flatulent high-stakes stockbrokers. A character snorted lines of cocaine from a woman’s buttocks. A broker received a blowjob from a female sales assistant in a glass elevator while colleagues cheered on. Nominated for five Oscars, including Best Picture, Scorsese — the septuagenarian auteur widely regarded as one of the greatest directors in the history of cinema -- pulled no punches in his portrayal of a ruthlessly sexist, if not downright misogynistic, corporate America.
If we ban Grand Theft Auto, should Scorsese be next?
Art is sometimes uncomfortable. But that does not mean it should not be available.