Based on the memoir of New York stockbroker Jordan Belfort, ‘The Wolf Of Wall Street’ is a lurid portrait of debauchery following the same misaligned moral compass as Oliver Stone’s Oscar-winning 1987 drama ‘Wall Street’.
Greed isn’t just good, it’s a cornerstone of this gaudy, hallucinogenic American dream, allowing the unscrupulous to prey on the weak and vulnerable in order to finance flashy apartments, fast cars and copious amounts of nose candy.
Martin Scorsese’s directorial brio coupled with Leonardo DiCaprio’s twitchy lead performance ease some of the pain of the excessive running time, and the nasty stink of the script’s depiction of women as suckers and sex objects.
But while individual scenes pulsate with misplaced youthful exuberance, as a whole, ‘The Wolf Of Wall Street’ and its repugnant characters overstay their welcome.
Meanwhile there is more generic horror nonsense with ‘Devil’s Due’.
This found-footage horror attempts to put a modern spin on ‘Rosemary’s Baby’.
Zach McCall and his blushing bride Samantha head off on honeymoon where the alcohol flows freely.
They experience a lost night and earlier than planned, Samantha discovers she is pregnant. Zach decides to record the birth of his first child on a handheld camera, but he soon notices that his wife is behaving oddly.
At first, he writes this off as the nerves of an expectant mother but as months pass and Samantha’s mood and body change beyond recognition, Zach surmises there are dark forces at work and the infant in his wife’s belly might not be his.