Wolf of Wall Street is just another Oscar showcase for DiCaprio, filled with repetitive amorality that’s hammered on your face for three hours.
The film starts on an interesting note. It’s a funny take on amorality and decadence that may elicit envy from dude-bros, corporate sleazeballs, or anyone who likes a steady dose of drugs, hookers, and money.
This is another Oscar-bait movie for DiCaprio, but in fairness, he gives an engaging performance as the unredeemable jerk.
But no matter how good he is at selling this movie, Wolf Of Wall Street drowns in its own sea of absurdity. It’s redundant and bloated. The already thin cautionary tale is stretched for three hours. There’s no sense of a narrative as the crazy riotous scenes are strung together as a plot and you’re expected to laugh at it.
While the film did show its lead’s inevitable fall, it didn’t show the real consequences of his actions. We don’t know what happened to the victims and we’re left to assume that many of them went bankrupt.
As a result, the audience ends up becoming complicit in the whole proceedings. Instead of being a commentary, it’s voyeuristic. The film can’t separate itself from the world it’s trying to expose, which makes its cautionary tale hollow and superficial.
It’s still entertaining and probably the funniest Scorsese movie yet, but it’s too focused on Belfort’s lifestyle and shenanigans to mean more than just another tale of decadence.
Wolf of Wall Street
Wolf of Wall Street is just another Oscar showcase for DiCaprio, filled with repetitive amorality that's hammered on your face for three hours.