Love Martin But..

Rating: 5/10 (29 December 2013)

The Wolf of Wall Street is indulgent, bogged down with exposition, and in the end offers very little finality in terms of final message. Why make a film whose position is to exploit an explicit story of addiction, gluttony, greed, and complete narcissism, and not make choices of the moral significance of living such a life? Scorcese, for all he has done in film, makes films that center on violence, sex, and money. He loves gangsters and criminals because they are the greatest examples of the rough edges. However, Wolf of Wall Street is more interested in vanity rather than showing the end results of vanity in the financial market. Anyone with any knowledge knows that the people in this film were at the base of creating the environment that would eventually destroy the American economy. It is hard to ignore the impact of the sickness portrayed in this film because it is thrust upon you with little regard to overload (there was so many exploitations of women in this film sexually it was almost pornographic).
Scorcese, wanting to overstate how disgusting this wall street environment was held nothing back, but he spent so much time doing so, NO CHARACTER IN THE FILM FEELS REAL. In regards to addiction, it is irresponsible to make a film about drug addicts living sick whose rise is emphasized without the fall. The film is three long long long long long hours, and you feel it. Scorcese may be getting old and may be falling under the Kubrick spell of making films where he just wants to work for nine months on a shoot with naked women everywhere. At least in Casino, Goodfellas, The Departed, the texture of the films was a bit layered. Wolf of Wall Street was as disgusting as spoon feeding yourself whipped cream for three hours. The first few bites are delicious, but after the first hour you start regretting indulging in guilty pleasures.