The Wolf of Wall Street

You gotta hand it to Martin Scorsese. Back in 2011, he finally does a film that's appropriate for the whole family. And what does he follow it up with? The bawdiest, foulest, absolutely insane piece of filmmaking of his extensive career: The Wolf of Wall Street.

Seriously, every single aspect of the film is through the fucking roof. (And don't think I'm fucking kidding either.) You know how Goodfellas showed the lust and greed of being on top of the world? Yeah, well, The Wolf of Wall Street is like that but completely amplified by, say, a thousand. (Again, I'm not fucking kidding.)

As expected from most Scorsese films, the roster of the many supporting actors of The Wolf of Wall Street is just as insane as the film itself. Margot Robbie, Kyle Chandler, Rob Reiner, Matthew McConaughey (two scenes, steals the whole fucking show), Jean Dujardin, Joanna Lumley...everyone's at the top of their game here. (And that's only a few of the actors Scorsese enlisted.) But of the many supporting actors, the best of the bunch is definitely Jonah Hill. (Not sure why, but I got some serious John Turturro vibes from his performance. Maybe it was the accent.)

Which brings me to the main event: Leonardo DiCaprio. He unleashes fifty shades of batshit crazy here, even more than in Django Unchained last year. To hell with all of the heavy, angsty dramas; DiCaprio needs to do more roles like this. (Special mention must go to his manic expression and delivery of: "Get the LUDES.")

Long story short, The Wolf of Wall Street is the most insane film Scorsese's ever churned out. (Most directors over 70 usually tone it down.) Ah, debauchery never looked so appealing.

My Rating: *****