What a promising pedigree! Leonardo DiCaprio stars in a Martin Scorcese film about Scorsese’s favorite subjects: excess, especially involving cocaine! The cast also included brief appearances by Spike Jonze, Matthew McConaughey, Jon Favreau, Rob Reiner, the dude from Friday Night Lights and Super 8, Patsy from Ab Fab, and a horde of other familiar faces. It was so disappointing that the Wolf turned out to be bloated and incontinent. Wolf made watching crime, drug abuse, hookers, strippers, sex with pretty ladies, financial scandal, shipwrecks, and domestic abuse look bo-o-o-ring. It had a promising start and some funny performances, but overall its six hour running time felt a little bloated. Scenes just kept going on and on, and the plot kept bending back on itself, so just when you thought it was finally coming to an end there was another hour of plot. How many times did Leo’s character have to make money, ingest some drugs, outsmart the authorities, then get busted by them, then outsmart them a little bit, then ingest some drugs, then rinse and repeat? The acting in each scene was fine (or more than fine: Leo and Jonah Hill threw themselves into their roles) but good lord I wish there was less of it.
You know how people looked down on Scorsese’s Casino because it was a retread of Goodfellas even though in some ways it was a better movie? There were any number of movies I was strongly reminded of about rich Alpha Male douchebags while watching Wolf of Wall Street that I would have rather have been watching. For instance: Casino, Goodfellas, Blow, Glengarry Glen Ross, The Great Gatsby, Catch Me If You Can, The Informant! and even Titanic and Inception. And I kept thinking, while checking my watch, that I should really get around to watching Boiler Room and Downfall one of these days.
Worst of all, Leo’s character is based on a true douchebag, one who is real and enthusiastically wanted his version of his story told. On an objective morality scale, he’s just a little below Hitler and that asshole that ran Girls Gone Wild. Jordan Belfort lived hard and fast by ripping off people, betraying family and personal attachments, producing infomercials, committing treason (okay, maybe not the legal interpretation of treason) and any number of other crimes short of murder and simony, and suffered minor consequences after all of that. By buying tickets to his movie, I feel like I’ve only given money back to this fucking so-and-so. I hope he chokes snorting coke out of some poor woman’s colon from the proceeds, since he’s going to be doing that anyway.