I’m not a prude, but three hours of sex and drugs is hard to watch. That pretty much describes The Wolf of Wall Street. Set in the late ’80s and ’90s, the film is meant to capture the excesses of an investment industry gone berserk. Leonardo di Caprio plays Jordan Belfort (whose autobiography is the basis of the movie), the young NYC stockbroker who takes the greed and corruption modeled by mentor Mark Hanna (Matthew McConaughey) to new lows. His partner in crime, Donnie Azoff (Jonah Hill), is even more disgusting—if that is possible. Margot Robbie plays Belfort’s voluptuous wife Naomi, the Queen of Bayside, who’s fine with his behavior—both the dishonest and the dissolute—until he loses his fortune. This is, literally, one orgy after another, interspersed with cocaine-fueled shouting sprees by Di Caprio and Hill.
Should You See It? Do, if you’re curious. It’s still somewhat interesting and entertaining. —D.W.
Viewed at Moolah Theatre