The Wolf of Wall Street

The Wolf of Wall Street ★★

Greedy people are decadent. There really isn't much more to The Wolf of Wall Street, the latest stab at relevance by one of the greatest directors of his time, Martin Scorsese. The recipe goes like this:

(1) Combine equal parts Wall Street (1987), Glengarry Glen Ross (1990), and Pineapple Express (2008) (sounds delicious, right?)

(2) Reduce for less-than-inspired writing and the fact that, despite being given what seemed like a dozen motivational speeches, Leonardo DiCaprio is no Michael Douglas or Alec Baldwin

(3) Add enough hookers and blow to bloat it all out to 3 hours (because a film about excess should be excessive, right?)

I don't want to believe it, but maybe Tarantino is right about aging directors. So how do I exorcise this distinct feeling of melancholy and that odd lingering numbness in my nasal cavity? Perhaps a double feature of The King of Comedy (1983) and After Hours (1985) would do the trick.

Scorsese is dead, long live David O. Russell!

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