The brilliant choice of casting in the film—Christopher Plummer as the aged, reptilian Getty—shows a man who has lived so long inside the fortress of capital that he has forgotten that the walls contain people. He negotiates with the kidnappers like they are OPEC officials. He haggles over the tax-deductibility of the ransom. He eventually agrees to loan the family the money—not give it, loan it—at 4% interest.
The film offers a silent rebuttal to the "hustle culture" mentality of the 21st century. We are taught to admire the disruptors, the titans, the unicorn founders. We are told that if we just work harder, we can achieve that level of "freedom." All the Money in the World
Gail Harris didn't win because she outsmarted the kidnappers. She won because she refused to play Getty’s game. She understood that a person is not a price. A grandson is not a line item. And the only currency that matters in the dark hours of the night is the one that has no interest rate. The brilliant choice of casting in the film—Christopher
Love. And the willingness to lose everything for it. He eventually agrees to loan the family the
When you have all the money in the world, you realize you have nothing. You become a curator of a museum of misery, walking through rooms full of expensive objects, unable to feel the texture of a single one.
We have a collective obsession with the ultra-wealthy. We scroll through lists of billionaires, watch reality shows about lavish lifestyles, and fantasize about what we would do if we won the lottery. We imagine that freedom is a bank balance with twelve zeros. We tell ourselves that if we just had enough —enough to never check a price tag, enough to buy healthcare, safety, and time—we would finally be happy.
Then there is the story of J. Paul Getty.