The Wolf of Wall Street (Martin Scorsese, 2013)
Based on Jordan
Belfort’s memoir of the same name, it is an extravagant retelling of the rise
and the fall of a young stockbroker who ruled the financial world.
Optioned by its star Leonardo
DiCaprio at the time the memoir was published, the actor wanted his long
time collaborator Martin Scorsese to
direct it. Scorsese hesitated for a long time before getting in this story much
like he did when Robert De Niro proposed
to him the story of Raging Bull. The
old master, Martin Scorsese, was not sure he was the right director to tell
this story of finance and debauchery. But when the project passed in the hands
of Red Granite Pictures letting full control on his future film, Scorsese was
fully in.
As much as I love most of Martin Scorsese’s films, read here
Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, Goodfellas, The King of Comedy, The Departed, After Hours,
The Last Temptation of Christ just to
name a few, his later films have been hit or miss for me with his more recent
and The Aviator for instance. It
seems like Marty kind of lost some of his touch or his inspiration to make
personal films. First, The Wolf of Wall
Street needs to be rewrote and/or recut. Its considerable length of almost
three hours of coke sniffing, pills, sex, and too few scenes of his financial
crimes centers too much on the side effects of a man buried in endless money
but a demonstration of how success can be overwhelming and lead to excesses of
all sorts. Those lines are difficult to write because as much as I wanted to
love, or at least like this film, I can not close my eyes on its weakest
elements. Even with the little winks, or obvious if you prefer, to Citizen Kane.
Terence Winter’s
script needed rewrite and I can’t believe that it exists a four hour long cut
of this already too long misdemeanor. At some point, a tighter story still
centered on drug abuse and the ugliness of its central character would have
been proved even more efficient. With Scorsese’s storytelling, he doesn’t need
to much images to tell clear ideas. Here there’s a definite stall in the story
and it develops not enough on character psychology.
Speaking of character, the wolf himslef, Belfort played by
DiCaprio is another rendition of Leo still playing himself and giving another
linear performance that he seems to enjoy a little too much. Over the top and far
beyond. Still, it was DiCaprio in a movie. Portraying a unsympathetic character
like Jordan Belfort and trying to make it as great as Henry Hill in Goodfellas was too much for the young
Leo to chew. Sure he has a swagger and he was easily connecting with the man he
was portraying, but he seems to not really let Belfort becomes him. He tries to
impersonate without real success. Same for his co-star Jonah Hill who’s again stoney Hill in a movie. Nothing to wet your
pants with.
Finally, I would not call it a turkey but I’m very
disappointed with this movie that I was genuinely looking forward this year.
Sure it’s Scorsese and the interest is there but it is one of his lesser films
that as an enthusiast of the aforementioned film from him I’ll definitely not
rank amongst my favorites. Below average and it hurts me to state this since I
love Marty so much as a director, film buff, and film historian.
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