Mel's
Cine-Files
By
Melissa Agar
The
Wolf of Wall Street (Paramount,
2013) – Director: Martin Scorsese. Writers: Terence Winter (s/p),
Jordan Belfort (book). Cast: Leonardo DiCaprio, Jonah Hill, Margot
Robbie, Matthew McConaughey, Kyle Chandler, & Rob Reiner. Color,
180 minutes.
Martin
Scorcese has made a career forging partnerships with actors who bring
his work to life in ways no other actors could. For the first couple
decades of his career, that partner was Robert DeNiro. It was a
partnership that benefited both beyond measure – both did some of
the finest work of their careers together. In the past decade or so,
Scorcese has turned to Leonardo DiCaprio to play the parts that
DeNiro likely would have played once upon a time when he was young
and not mired in playing caricatures of himself. Their five-film
collaborations include one that brought Scorcese his first directing
Oscar and have brought out the very best of DiCaprio, allowing him to
shake off the heartthrob label that Titanic could have saddled
him with for the rest of his career. With The Wolf of Wall
Street, their fifth film together, DiCaprio lights the screen on
fire and once again proves that, for a superstar, he is still vastly
underrated.
Based
on a true story, The Wolf of Wall Street finds
DiCaprio playing Jordan Belfort, a slick wheeler-dealer who yearns to
live the life of the rich and famous. Like many young men of the late
80’s/early 90’s, Jordan sees that his quickest path to fortune
takes him right down Wall Street. After his first attempt at becoming
a stock broker collapses in the 1987 market crash, Jordan ends up
working for a strip mall investment company that specializes in
selling penny stocks. Jordan is a gifted salesman and soon finds he’s
pulling in tens of thousands of dollars a month, prompting him to go
into business for himself, pulling a bunch of neighborhood lugs with
him, including his neighbor, Donnie Azoff (Hill). The deals that
Jordan and his cronies are making are, he admits, completely illegal,
but they are also incredibly lucrative. Before long, Jordan is making
millions and blowing it on drugs, prostitutes, and yachts – and
attracting the attention of equally hungry FBI agent Patrick Denham
(Chandler). Slowly but surely, Jordan’s world begins crumbling
around him as the Feds get closer and closer to busting him and his
own world becomes a drugged-out haze.
What
Scorcese did for the mob in Goodfellas,
he does for Wall Street with this film. He manages to illuminate the
glamor of 90’s Wall Street while still showing how vile and
horrific it was. Several times throughout the film, DiCaprio
addresses the staff of Stratton Oakmont, the WASP-y name Jordan gives
his company. These speech scenes are riveting, full of manic energy
and persuasive power. (As coach of a high school speech team, these
scenes gave me goosebumps.) He whips his staff into a frenzy that
borders on primal, like wild animals chomping at the bit to be let
loose on defenseless prey. It is moving but horrific at the same
time. The depth of indulgence that Jordan and his cronies allow
themselves to wallow in becomes equally nauseating as the film goes
on and the utter depravity of this lifestyle leaves you feeling a
lightheaded and sick as Jordan and Donnie must feel during one of
their drug-fueled orgies.
In
the hands of DiCaprio, though, Jordan becomes vilely likable. Jordan
knows what he is doing is completely illegal, but he’s able to
justify it all behind excuses and self-delusion. He sets himself up
as a sort of Robin Hood, basking in his own generous glow. He’s a
guy who pulled himself up by the bootstraps, escaping the sort of
mundane middle class life his father (Reiner) settled for as a Queens
accountant. To Jordan, this is both what he has earned and what he is
owed.
Only rarely does DiCaprio let Jordan’s façade drop, but when
it does, it is stunning to behold – whether it is during his
powerful monologues delivered to the employees or a lovely scene with
Joanna Lumley which runs a whole myriad of emotions and motivations
before finally becoming hilariously creepy as Jordan puts a move on
his wife’s favorite aunt. It’s going to be a tough year for
actors come awards season, which is unfortunate because this is the
kind of role that should win DiCaprio shelves of awards. The fact,
too, that DiCaprio’s role is riddled with profanity and sexual
depravity will likely make things more difficult for him with more
conservative members of the Academy. It is unfortunate, though,
because this is truly one of the finest roles of DiCaprio’s career.
For
all of the deeper themes at play here about the corrupting power of
greed, there is no denying that this is also a terrifically funny
film, although many of the laughs are accompanied by uncomfortable
squirming at the horror of Jordan’s life. Hill comes perilously
close to stealing the film as Donnie, who seems completely lacking in
conscience whether it’s over marrying his cousin, doing copious
amounts of drugs, or selling out high school friend Steve Madden
(yes, the shoe guy) as Stratton launches its first IPO and engages in
massive stock fraud at the same time. With this and Moneyball,
Hill is proving that he is capable of more than goofball comedies and
could be on the road to a terrific career as a character actor a
la Joe Pesci, the actor who likely would have played this
role if the film had been made 20 or so years ago. Who would have
thought Hill had it in him, but here we are again lauding him for his
ability to not only hold his own against this caliber of talent but
also steal the film out from under them.
At
three hours, The Wolf of Wall Street is a
commitment. (In defense of that running time, I will say that the
film is tightly paced in such a way that it doesn’t feel like three
hours.) It is a commitment worth making, though, as it shines a light
on the dark side of the American dream in a way that perhaps only
Scorcese can. While the sex, language, and drug use may be a hurdle
for some audience members, at its core, there is some important stuff
going on here and some terrific performances that will stick with
you.
Grade: A-
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