Johnny Depp, Penelope Cruz, Ray Liotta, Franka Potente, Paul Reubens, Jordi Molla, Rachel Griffiths, Ethan Suplee. Steven Soderbergh's Traffic amounted to a half dozen episodes of Miami Vice crammed together verite style, but at least it was better than Darren Aronofsky's irresponsible shock tactics in the vastly overrated Requiem for a Dream . As you can see, the seeds are planted in Mr. Jung even as a small child that copious amounts of wealth will equal happiness. The American Dream.
Movies become part of the problem, though.
Blow skirts too far in the opposite direction, glamorizing George Jung's early exploits as he enormously profits from selling weed on the beaches of California, then uses his connections to smuggle dope in from Columbia in secret stashes or on private flights. Paul Thomas Anderson strained to get us to love Marky Mark in Boogie Nights , through a series of plot mechanizations that are as thin as they are obvious. Yet people seem to fall for it. I'm sure we'd feel sorry for James Wilkes Booth's arrest if we weren't privy to the knowledge that he shot Abe Lincoln. Blow works the same way.