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.
Ridley Scott’s 2017 film, All the Money in the World , based on the harrowing true story of the 1973 kidnapping of 16-year-old John Paul Getty III, is not merely a thriller about a ransom gone wrong. It is a philosophical horror show. It is a scalpel dissecting the diseased logic of extreme capitalism. It asks a question so simple it seems naive, yet so profound it haunts you long after the credits roll: What is the actual value of a human life when you have all the money in the world?
But we do not live in an actuarial world. We live in a human one.
Because in the end, all the money in the world couldn't buy J. Paul Getty a single tear for the boy whose ear he valued less than a barrel of crude oil.
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."
And that is the poorest man who ever lived.