You Know What Martin Scorsese Got For Christmas? Trolled By His Daughter

Hey Martin, boom roasted. Love, your own daughter. Remember that movie you’ve never seen that you don’t particularly care for? Well now here it is, in paper form, in your own home, under YOUR tree, wrapped around YOUR presents from your own daughter. I’m sure this will end with him writing a movie about mafia betrayal coming from within the family, tearing apart the fabric of all that they’ve built, ending with De Niro slowly beating up a milk man, with a run time of four hours and 17 minutes. And it will be excellent and Netflix will pay upwards of $100 mil for the rights to it like it was some highly touted Japanese pitcher or some shit. And the circle of life goes on and on. So, who REALLY gets the last laugh here, Marty?