Starring Leonardo DeCaprio as Jordan Belfort, a young stockbroker turned multi-millionaire whose primary goal in life is money, most of which isn’t on the level, The Wolf of Wall Street is a satire film directed by Martin Scorsese that shows the side of corruption and deception that is often associated with Wall Street.
While it could be taken as some sort of a social commentary with a point that could serve as support for the cause of “the 99%”, the film is pointed toward an amount of debauchery and drugs given that cross the line from being low brow to just downright hilariously insane – because there are no limits.
Beyond the cocaine, parties and sex is a guy who seemingly has a job to do, much of it is passing his lifestyle and taste for money to his huge group of followers that grows with the film’s progression.
Jonah Hill plays Belfort’s sidekick Donnie Azoff, who gains from Belfort’s knowledge and natural stock market talents. Belfort’s second wife Naomi Lapaglia (Margot Robbie) provides an additional dimension to Belfort’s singular lifestyle, and she fits perfectly.
While the film’s elaborate plot is impressive enough, with Leo’s occasional breaking of the fourth wall as he tells his story, Leo’s acting is where it’s at. His character, at times, feels more Jack Dawson than Don Cobb, as he carelessly and sometimes recklessly takes risks but unlike the fateful ending of Dawson, and without any trace of emotional capacity beyond his own desires, Belfort’s risks are anything but guaranteed successes because he has learned the tricks of the trade.
The movie clocks in at 2 hours, 59 minutes, and it does begin to feel it as it seems like it’s about to wind down until something more ridiculous perks up again – yet, the movie never fails to be entertaining even when it feels like it’s dragging. With that said, it could have been cut down by 40 minutes and still would have worked.
The Wolf of Wall Street depicts sex and drugs and behind that, more sex and even more drugs. There’s little purpose to this film yet it makes a way of life we are supposed to hate into something that, for a brief second, is almost a craving. Repulsive yet desirable. Not that it makes an endless supply of cocaine and prostitutes acceptable but that living a life of no worries, effortless works means you don’t have to ever give a single f…