People told me it was drug-infused raunchfest, long on skin and short on substance.
Yes, the film did seem to love itself. But if you’re doing a movie on indulgence, what screams excess better than a three-hour running time?
The Wolf is based on a memoir penned by Jordan Belfort, a former stockbroker convicted of fraud crimes stemming from stock-market manipulation in the 1990s.
Leonardo DiCaprio is perfect as Belfort, who has a way of separating money from investors and women from their panties.
Belfort’s underlings, which number about a thousand, worship at his altar. But they also share in his winnings.
Which makes for one hell of a party.
Look early for Matthew McConaughey, who turns in one of the best cameos in recent memory. And Jonah Hill earns his second Oscar nod playing Belfort’s sidekick, Donnie Azoff.
But make no mistake.
This is DiCaprio’s film, his fifth collaboration with director Martin Scorsese.
Marty’s already a cinematic giant. But with command performances in flicks such as The Aviator, Django Unchained and The Wolf, Leo is fast becoming one.