The Wolf of Wall Street


The Wolf of Wall Street unfortunately comes across as essentially a 90-minute film played and stretched out over the monty of three full hours. Raw, over the top and a jarring focus on the excesses of life, it sets the tone for being the self anointed Oscar winner of the year. Needless to say, this film which is too long by half as mentioned, isn’t going to pick up any silver on its own come Awards night.


Leonardo DiCaprio


Martin Scorsese


25th December, 2013


179 minutes


It looked a neat collaboration on paper; Martin Scorsese has cast diCaprio in successful ventures before – think back to Shutter Island and The Departed as two cases in point. Unlike those films however, The Wolf of Wall Street just doesn’t know when to say ‘enough!’. The tale hardly gets going if at all, and whatever disjointed pieces abound from the debris off of the camera roll are inundated with gratuitous montages of cocaine, alcohol and pornography. Please, somebody get Mr. Scorsese an editor!


Actually, hold up a second. The film had a good editor; three time Academy Award Winner Thelma Schoonmaker was at the helm of things on that front, so I’m at a loss to explain what went wrong. Unless the hollow plot rendered an overall air of despair to even her. Not that you can blame her for that either, it really is that bad. Up front, we see Matthew McConnaughey delivering an informercial-like sermon for our hero to admire and take a precedent from. Then follows an utter trainwreck from which the movie never manages to recover.


The supporting cast too, are as shallow as they can get. Margot Robbie plays diCaprio’s wife and is more eyecandy than anything else. And then there is a Jean Dujardin, a Swiss banking behemoth also seemingly inserted into the storyline for variety’s sake. And did I mention that Robbie is diCaprio’s second wife, and that she has an aunt as well? Yep, nothing substantial comes through from any of these characters, and this KOs the entire script well before the finish line. Unless you’re in an altered mental state going into this film, be prepared to sink into a stupor as it drones on and on, with a very dim light at the end of the tunnel that suggests its 180 minute sayonara honk.


You know why this gets a two? Halfway in, brace yourself to meet Kyle Chandler of Super Eight fame. A tenacious FBI man is what he is ladies and gentlemen, and that is not to be underestimated. Over and out.





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