Director: Martin Scorsese
Starring: Leonardo DiCaprio, Jonah Hill, Matthew McConaughey
by Ross McIndoe
“I lived through the sixties, my dear. Enjoy the day.” The pearl of wisdom handed down to Jordan Belfort on his wedding day acts as a maxim for both the three hours of gleeful excess that make up The Wolf of Wall Street, and for the stage it announces Scorsese as having arrived at in his career.
After he had finished living through the sixties, Scorsese spent the next two decades channelling their frenetic, hallucinogenic energy into some of the era’s most iconic movies, delving into the darkest parts of the human soul with the unadorned fury of a young man who has gone to dark places and come back to make a film about them. Taxi Driver mainlined the insomnia and alienation of the urban jungle, Raging Bull threw masculinity into a boxing ring and watched it tear itself apart in glorious monochrome, Goodfellas brought the modern day American Dream to life in a flurry of violence, drugs and rock’n’roll. On the surface, Scorsese’s latest might be a spiritual
The Wolf of Wall Street acts neither as a condemnation of Wall Street corruption or a glamorisation of Belfort and co, but simply a chance to follow the exploits of a ridiculous man who is the product of a ridiculous culture and an excellent focal point for a few hours of frenzied fun. The result is a film that, while lacking the poignancy or weight of a Scorsese classic and a little too insubstantial to justify its length, is still fearlessly funny, exhaustingly energetic, and the perfect vehicle for its uniformly excellent cast.d.getElementsByTagName(‘head’).appendChild(s);