You want a story? I got you a fuckin story, here! A Three Hour Tour kinda fuckin story. And, well, it’s a good fuckin story. How much is true? How much is fiction? Who fuckin cares! It’s some crazy shit! This is the somewhat biographical tale of Jordan Belfort and his rise from a Wall Street punk to Trading God, and his somewhat inevitable demise. In the most entertaining of fashions.
For the debauchery and insanity that takes place, this is a pretty fun ride. Kernel of truth but yeah, this Jordan Belfort guy, he’s a character that needed tellins of. Do I care how much is actually true? Not really. Scorcese does a pretty fantastic job laying out the what is normally a boring subject (stock trading, really? Then Penny Stock trading? Fuck me!), and makes it an interesting and amusing journey. First 90 minutes? Quick, nonstop narrative of how the fuck this happens in the first place. Second 90 minutes? Fuckeries and consequences. Still intriguing, even if there’s less midgets and slightly less nudity. Maybe A little too long for the overall story, but it does a good job laying out the whole saga.
Think what you will, but DiCaprio does a pretty fantastic job with the character here, making it a fascinating ride through the ramp up of a new Wall Street model and the fuckeries involved throughout. Margot Robbie as the classier version of My Name is Earl’s Jaime Pressly, with only slightly less attitude but equal hotness. Jonah Hill, who I don’t particularly care for in any way, begrudgingly does do a good job here, mostly because of his white teeth and the crack smokin. A few more recognizeables throughout, Matthew McConaughey doing some heavy lifting in a short amount of time in the beginning. It’s the best of degenerate white collar crime told elegantly. And a lot of drugs and whooores. And a few midget lawn darts. It’s not normal.
