It’s that time of year when binge watching movie after movie is not frowned upon. And for the series Friday-night-at-home I bring you The wolf of Wall Street.
I have some serious considerations to make on “The Wolf of Wall Street”, which are the:
1.The title, uttered repeatedly and quickly puts me in as much difficulty as saying “I saw Susie sitting in a shoe shine shop”.
2. Why hasn’t Leonardo di Caprio been awarded an Oscar yet?
3. “There’s no nobility in poverty” is something I also think every time I walk past Brown Thomas.
4. Granted I’d never read the book and only saw the movie recently, but if I read one more review that says that in The Wolf of Wall Street there’s too much sex and too many drugs I’ll send over a pack of dementors.
The Wolf Of Wall Street, directed by Martin Scorsese, is a tachycardiac, fast and overexcited representation of the destructive parable of the life of the well known broker Jordan Belfort (Leonardo).
Belfort is crazy, so excessive to almost be classified as pulp and with a strong inner restlessness which acts as the engine that fuels the whole story. He’s the perfect anti-hero to Martin Scorsese, balanced on the brink of chaotic and agitated damnation made of money, drugs and sex, whose path, leading into inevitable descent, is free of warnings only in appearance.