Based on the autobiographical novel of Jordan Belfort, Martin Scorsese brings us The Wolf of Wall Street, an ultra sleek film that cannot help but remind the audience of how fucking wild Good Fellas was. Ringing true to the text, it follows the financial rise of and criminal fall of Jordan Belfort and the people he he screwed and or screwed over in the surprisingly drug fueled lifestyle of the penny stock industry.
Leonardo DiCaprio plays the main man himself, and we get a lot of stellar shots of him clumsily humping and snorting various things, and pulling it off with a classic dose of DiCaprio charisma. It is not all that often that we get to see the Titanic heartthrob in a comedic role, and I can say without reservations that Leo certainly raises to the challenge in the most hilarious way possible.
Comedy and humping aside, he brings to the table an A+ performance that, despite the unlikableness of the character, just makes the actor all that more likeable by the concluding scene. It can very easily be said that Leo is the kind of actor that everyone can get behind, from stoner college students to my 10th grade English Teacher.
Like any Scorsese film there is a lot of action packed into a lot of minutes, but the Wolf makes every minute worth it. Unfortunately the target audience is identical to that of American Hustle, but has three less A-listers on the cast list. It pains me to admit this, but a quality cast list is incredibly important to the Academy’s selection process, so it does not stand a chance as long as Hustle is in the ring. (Not that I see either taking the cake).
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