The Wolf of Wall Street Review: “Wow, What A Ride”
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” There are few among us whose lives embody the words of famed journalist Hunter S. Thompson, but some people come close. Jordan Belfort was such an individual, setting Wall Street ablaze in the early 90s like a real life Gordon Gekko on crack. No, really. On crack.
Belfort (Leonardo DiCaprio, The Great Gatsby) began humbly, learning the ropes as a rookie stockbroker at a modest Wall Street firm under the tutelage of senior broker Mark Hanna (Matthew McCounaghey, Dallas Buyers Club). Hanna’s words of advice would form the blueprint for Belfort’s lifestyle, with Hanna advising him on everything from drug usage to a schedule for self-pleasuring. Belfort did well for himself, a natural salesman gifted with a silver tongue. That gift of gab would serve him well after his first brokerage house folded and he found himself selling penny stocks in a Podunk “firm” off the beaten Wall Street path. It’s a huge step down at first glance, but Belfort quickly realizes an untapped gold mine.
Soon, Belfort was suckering pitiful souls out of their investment in a pump and dump scheme that left him with eyes on even bigger sights. He recruited a handful of buddies back home, various hustlers in their own right. With a trusted core in place, he opened his own firm called Stratton Oakmont, applying all that he’d learned to much bigger fish. Dealing exclusively with wealthy investors, their profits soared and they were making money hand over fist. Raucous office parties including hookers and cocaine were not uncommon, and capitalist hedonism ruled the day.
The film chronicles Belfort’s meteoric rise and subsequent fall from the precipice of a lifestyle filled with sex, drugs and a never-ending supply of money and women. Scorsese effectively pulled back the curtain, exposing a lifestyle that few of us will ever witness. Belfort’s indifference about the lives he ruined took a backseat to his zealous pursuit of the almighty dollar. It was a familiar motif, with greed serving as faceless antagonist. Eventually Belfort will burn out, and if the law doesn’t get him, the drugs will.
DiCaprio’s character was abhorrent, but there was a devil-may-care affability that I found likable – at least initially. He has the astounding ability to immerse himself in a role so deeply that I don’t even see him anymore. He was Jordan Belfort. Although Belfort’s professional judgment was morally bereft, DiCaprio showed the duality of the character through the loyalty of his personal relationships – particularly his friendships. Enter Jonah Hill (This Is The End) as Donnie Azoff, Belfort’s neighbor who observes his lifestyle and wants in. Hill is really a gifted comedic actor, evincing versatility with a perfect balance of humor and levity. From Superbad to Moneyball, his range is impressive and was on full display here.
Belfort’s story was the inspiration behind 2000’s Boiler Room, and comparisons to that movie and others of its ilk such as Wall Street are nearly inevitable. Where Wolf surpasses its predecessors is in its deft storytelling, courtesy of Terence Winter (Boardwalk Empire, The Sopranos) and Belfort’s source material. Furthermore, Martin Scorsese hasn’t missed a beat as a filmmaker. The same man that brought us seminal classics Goodfellas and Casino nearly 20 years ago is just as adept behind the camera now as he was back then. In fact, The Wolf of Wall Street reminded me of Goodfellas in many ways, from the immediate narration of its protagonist to the hallmark Scorsese score.
The film was unquestionably a vehicle for DiCaprio’s talents, but the supporting performances were nearly as strong, with impressive turns from the aforementioned Hill and Margot Robbie (Pan Am), who smoldered as Belfort’s mistress turned second wife Naomi. I initially resisted the prevailing notion that DiCaprio was one of the preeminent actors of our generation, but I’m beginning to agree. His resume tells no lies, and this performance ranks right up there with the likes of his turn in The Departed, although he did not receive an Oscar nomination for that role. He’ll certainly receive one here, and he couldn’t be more deserving. He and Scorsese are every bit the tandem that Scorsese and DeNiro once were, and this pairing might be their best. Grade: A.
Images courtesy of Mary Cybulski and Paramount Pictures.