Martin Scorsese has released yet another ‘great’, clinging firmly to the title of most talked about director this year, and for all the wrong reasons.

With regard to sensationalism, The Wolf of Wall Street has just about ticked all the boxes. Everyone is talking about it. And as the saying goes, all publicity is good publicity.

Scorsese’s portrayal of the unstoppable Jordan Belfort, played by Leonardo DiCaprio, can only be described as shockingly accurate. The lifestyle of the Wall Street great is depicted in a vulgar and inhumane manner, which we can only assume is factual, as it is based on a true story.

The plot follows the life of Jordan Belfort, an overly eager money-grabbing madcap. Driven by greed and addiction, he becomes the most successful player in the stockbroker game. Landing in Wall Street, eager to learn the ropes, Belfort easily becomes ambitious and hungry for more. His story is any ego driven man’s dream and why wouldn’t it be? Scorsese’s interpretation shapes an over –the-top lavish lifestyle that many would be fervent to taste, despite the immorality of it all.

Speaking of immorality, this movie is filled with revolting representations of drug abusive, sex addiction and animal-like behaviour. Jordan Belfort is the king of revulsion and is equally admired and desired by his colleagues. And of course they endeavour his way of life, candidly accepting his donations towards hookers and drugs. Disturbingly enough, this movie has been receiving boisterous reviews. Equally, many have uttered their revulsion. It is uneasy to watch for an array of reasons. But of course it is not all bad, really.

DiCaprio is marvellous. He fits the bill superbly, as he always does. There really was no better man to play the harrowing part. I don’t think many could undertake the copious facial expressions essential for the drug ‘drooling’ scene. He did it justice. Additionally, Jonah Hill excellently plays the role of Belfort’s amusing sidekick, being equally as ludicrous and rich, just without the looks. But that really didn’t matter. He still encompassed the power to divide hookers into a ‘class’, all of which he ‘tested out’.

However, the concerning element is not derived from the superb performances or the faced past entertainment brimful of upbeat hip-hop dance tunes (which embarrassingly felt like a frat party for the most part). It’s the audience’s reaction to Belfort’s character that proved uncanny. Many chuckled at his despairing existence and found his drugged reality humorous. Some men in the audience were bouncing from their seats with excitement and testosterone, whilst a number of women turned away in disgust. The atmosphere post viewing was diverse. This movie, to some extent, divides the sexes. The audience are observing the story of a man who exploits women to an enormous extent, this being the result of his money, money that is also used to buy hookers, houses and highs. And that is it in a nutshell.

Nowhere in the movie are we required to second guess his sanity. There is no focus on the negative, the crudity or the molestation of his life and those around him. Yes he is disgustingly high and vulgar, but is the audience obliged to consider this? No. The sole point up for consideration is the greatness of money and power. Oh, except for the part where he punched his wife in the gut. The audience parted with pleasure for a second and gasped in shock.

Regardless of the Belfort’s setbacks, whether it is the consequences of addiction, loss of his fortune or even jail time, the man remains untouchable - A scary and somewhat realistic fact.

It was entertaining, in a controversial way. In addition, the theory of money follows money is successfully executed by and for Scorsese. Bravo.

The Wolf of Wall Street is in cinemas now.

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