Another classic Coen Brothers flick. Ties the story of Odysseus in perfectly with the setting of the Depression-ridden American South, while pastiching and twisting some classic tropes along the way. If ever a film deserved to be called picaresque, this is that.
Like many other viewers, when I first saw this film, it was difficult to accept it as satire. It plays up the idea of Jordan Belfort being such a cool motherfucker in a very deadpan way. It can be, and often is, read as a celebration of hedonism and excess. This movie refuses to say outright, "Jordan Belfort is a terrible person." Instead, it just shows you who Jordan Belfort is, and leads you to draw your own conclusions.