The Wolf Of Wallstreet

Wolf of WallstreetWords by Billie Jenkins

Wolf of Wall St made me want to get high. Not just a little bit high but three days of spinning hoops with a rolled up note in one hand (Dollars obviously) and pint of whisky in the other. Jonah Hill recently announced the constant hoovering of fake cocaine during filming left him in as bad health as if he’d been buzzing off the real stuff, and I’m not surprised. The constant narrative between drugs and Jordan ‘Wolfy’ Belfort, the main lead stockbroker, felt undermined by the power of the scenes showing the brutal, testosterone fuelled culture of stockbroking itself. The chicken or egg question of whether Jordan was corrupted by that culture or his own demons shaped that culture itself was left without a satisfying answer. It didn’t make me want to be rich, but it merely made me want to be friends with rich people. The excesses were grotesque but looked like a lot of fun, which paired with the shaky moral line left the voice in my head saying ‘I knew rich people behaved like that behind closed doors, I wish I could be at those parties one Friday night a month.’ Maybe I’m just shallow though, tempted by the technicolor and titties. Maybe I’ll become a stockbroker and retire burnt out, sad, but with the wildest wank bank in town. On a more serious note Leonardo has earned his hype. A superb performance. I hope that the meandering morality will not steal away the prospect of an oscar win and let the raw power of his Belfort, a man overendowed with charisma and with a disenchantment from normal life, be overshadowed. Don’t miss it, the small screen just won’t do justice to the jungle.

Wolf of Wallstreet

Wolf of Wallstreet

Wolf of Wallstreet

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