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Overall Rating
3.71

Awesome: 35.29%
Worth A Look38.24%
Average: 2.94%
Pretty Bad: 8.82%
Total Crap: 14.71%

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Wolf of Wall Street, The
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by Rob Gonsalves

"Scorsese's "Barry Lyndon" -- an epic about a flea."
5 stars

"The Wolf of Wall Street" may be the most exuberant film about sin ever made. Therein, for many viewers, lies the rub: Is it sufficiently scolding about what it shows us?

When we’re following stockbroker Jordan Belfort (Leonardo DiCaprio) from excess to excess, when the screen is full of cocaine and whores and many other signposts of profound debauchery, are we supposed to be having such a good time? The moralists, made uneasy, rumble scornfully. Let them rumble: Wolf is a shot of the hard stuff, gargantuan and electrifying, a psychotronic epic of the id unchecked. It lands with a reverberant thud in the midst of the bitter national mood: why do so few have so much at the expense of the many who have so little? The director, Martin Scorsese, is famously Catholic, and he has made a movie that, absent the skin and nose candy and rampant obscenity, the current Pope might agree with.

But leave such meditations on the film’s clean intentions to the literal-minded. Wolf of Wall Street is a caffeinated (or cocaine-driven) victory of sheer heedless, beautiful filmmaking for its own sake; there isn’t a dead shot anywhere in its three hours, which go by like a comet. Jordan Belfort starts out as a little fish in a big pond — baying for money at a large Wall Street firm — and, following the crash of ’87, finds work at a Long Island boiler room, selling pink-sheet crap for fifty-percent commissions. Soon enough, he filches some co-workers and some weed-dealer cronies and starts his own firm, with the hilariously patrician name of Stratton Oakmont. It’s hugely successful, and the men celebrate their own stench with marching bands and “blue-chip” prostitutes and dwarf-tossing.

The stench permeates the film: One problem with wild excess is that it vampirizes the body and soul. In a never-to-be-forgotten sequence, Jordan and his right-hand man Donnie Azoff (Jonah Hill) acquire some age-old Lemmon 714 quaaludes; impatient with the drug’s delayed-action effects, they pop more and more, until they’re both shambling, drooling, shorted-out robots. Party on, dude! The way the situation resolves itself — with Jordan catching a Popeye cartoon on TV, using cocaine as spinach, and saving Donnie’s life — is Scorsese’s sly nod to the “kids, don’t try this at home” moralism he knows some viewers will demand. The drug-taking looks exhausting, the sex is pointedly unsexy. Scorsese shows all this as hollow without standing aside and announcing its hollowness. To paraphrase Pauline Kael, you’d have to be a moral idiot to find the shenanigans emulable, but the film, like Scorsese’s GoodFellas, doesn’t pretend that excess in itself, or the fantasy idea of it, isn’t addictive and a great kick. If it weren’t, who would want it?

Pumping himself full of toxic salesman air, DiCaprio stands astride the orgies with the aura of an unquestioned emperor; Wolf, along with Django Unchained and The Great Gatsby, completes his trilogy of men blighted by filthy money. The movie isn’t misogynistic, but its narrator is, so the women are generally seen as bodies and mouths that either add to or subtract from the fun; but Cristin Milioti and Margot Robbie take sizable bites out of their scenes as Jordan’s first and second wives, Joanna Lumley does an elegant turn as an aunt who helps Jordan launder money, and Stephanie Kurtzuba has a great brief bit as one of Stratton Oakmont’s success stories, a single mom who went to work for Jordan and pulled herself out of poverty. Besides, no movie that hates women would linger as it does on the anecdote in which a female staffer is offered $10,000 to have her head shaved, does so, and then sits there with the ruins of her hair, a stack of green, and a visible hole where her dignity used to be.

If Wolf of Wall Street has a hero, it’s FBI Agent Denham (Kyle Chandler), a 99-percenter taking on the one-percenters who bathe in the blood of other one-percenters (which, in turn, affects the 99-percenters that the one-percenters employ). Denham shlumps around the city in subway cars instead of inside his own helicopter or yacht or Porsche, but he sleeps with a clear conscience. By the end, Jordan, having done soft time at a minimum-security Nevada white-collar prison, is pumping up the next generation of swindlers, headlining motivational talks for would-be wolves in New Zealand. “Sell me this pen!” he demands, narrowing the wolf-eats-sheep ethos of finance down to four syllables.

"GoodFellas" sealed Henry Hill’s moral blankness by having him gripe, “I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.” Here, Jordan gets to live the rest of his life teaching schnooks to sell other schnooks their own pens.

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User Comments

2/13/17 morris campbell tok me a while to get into but it ended up being good 4 stars
5/19/16 Annabelle Great movie, really funny- not child friendly though lol 5 stars
1/28/16 Douche Epic 5 stars
1/14/16 Taylor scorcese worst movie 1 stars
10/19/15 DJ Brown This film was sick 5 stars
5/16/15 the rock bad movie 1 stars
3/14/15 stanley welles a brilliantly witty take on the world of the stock market 4 stars
1/15/15 the truth tasteless & overlong black comedy. scorsese's most excessive and least meaningful film 3 stars
7/29/14 The king One of the worst scorsese movies ever 1 stars
5/26/14 Joe Smaltz Scar face plagerized, don't have a plot, so we need more sex, drugs, violence. 2 stars
5/01/14 Monday Morning Goodfellas goes to Wall Street. Pretty hilarious in parts. 4 stars
2/02/14 LoTgIBEQBzAQivegfsH usFVeIZDChCndXp 5 stars
1/30/14 Plhcgzlr But why don't we get back to the in your daily life and you may stop side tracked for somet 4 stars
1/26/14 quentinm crass beyond belief and boring 2 stars
1/19/14 Langano Good but not one of Scorsese's best. 4 stars
1/18/14 mr.mike Scorsese and Leo at their best. 4 stars
1/11/14 The Rock Wtf are u people smoking? This film was terrible 1 stars
1/10/14 Man Out Six Bucks Epitomizes the American dream as godless, thus angering conservative xtians 5 stars
1/08/14 Cynthia Teer So Funny 5 stars
1/07/14 turner worst scorsese movie ever made period 1 stars
1/07/14 Bob Dog Drama? This is a comedy, thru & thru! 4 stars
1/03/14 PAUL SHORTT REPELLENT, CYNICAL DRAMA DESPITE A GREAT STAR PERFORMANCE 2 stars
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  25-Dec-2013 (R)
  DVD: 25-Mar-2014

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  23-Jan-2014 (R)
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