The Wolf of Wall Street is wickedly hilarious


In times when one is expected to leave brains at home before watching a film, brace up yourselves to keep your moral values, aversion for profanities, nudity, drugs, voyeurism, perversion, beliefs in gender equality and monogamy, in short basic humanity at home before daring to step inside an auditorium playing ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’. Now that we’re done with the disclaimer part, let’s peek into the world of Jordan Belfort, an infamous stockbroker who established an investment company crashes down after the market free-fall of 1987 and was arrested for money laundering and selling penny stocks.

Directed by auteur Martin Scorsese, ‘The Wolf of Wallstreet’ chronicles the real life of Jordan Belfort and is based on his memoirs published by the same name. Narrated by the protagonist or rather antagonist Jordan Belfort essayed by Leonardo DiCaprio in his inimitable style, this film chronicles the life of a man who threw caution to the winds when it came to the ‘M’ word, Money, while moral values can take a bus. 

Anything beyond the periphery of money goes down the drain in this wicked screenplay penned by Terence Winter, which conveniently ignores the repercussions of such fraudulent business and sexual escapades, so much so that it appears the director is glorifying everything Jordan Belfort does. Heck, who cares when you’ve already left your ‘humanity’ at home, and trust me, you won’t miss it all through this 3-hour hilarious spectacle of naked indulgence.

This film is surely Leonardo DiCaprio’s best work till date, replete with cold demeanour, devil-may-care attitude and raw lust that he wears up his sleeves right from the first frame to the last, taking Greedfest to the next level from where Gordan Gekko (Played by Michael Douglas in Oliver Stone’s ‘Wall Street’) left. Martin Scorsese leaves imprints of his previous masterpieces like Mean Streets, Raging Bull, Taxi Driver, The Aviator, Casino, Goodfellas, The Departed, Hugo, Shutter Island, if only you watch this film from a Scorsese Fanboy’s perspective.

Matthew McConaughey is an actor who spoils you silly with his brief appearance and you end up keep missing him throughout the film, hoping to show up for yet another encore. Fret not, for you have Jonah Hill, who takes the mantle further and ensures that the funny bones are tickled all through the film, making ‘The Hangover’ series seem serious films.

The scene where Leonardo DiCaprio and Jonah Hill contemplate on throwing a real dwarf person as a dart (Shown in the opening sequence) in the office with utmost intensity of a boardroom meeting and the father-son man-to-man conversation on modern women’s anatomy makes you wonder whether you’re in a Scorsese film or have sneaked inside an American Pie series.

On a parting note, ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’ is a film you might probably be ashamed of admitting to have enjoyed, especially to your woman, lest you’d be judged as a pervert and if you happen to be a woman, chances are you might leave the auditorium, disgusted at what transpires on the silver screen.

While watching it, I could hear two women sitting in the row front of me, booing, “This film is for sickos!” and the other agreed with a prompt, “Let’s leave!” Well, this happened precisely at a point of time when I had already planned a second viewing. Needless to say, I changed my decision on reaching home and finding my ‘humanity’ or perhaps ‘sanity’ eagerly awaiting my arrival.  


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