The Wolf of Wall Street
So picture a typically ambitious and testosterone-driven
man’s most detailed wet dream. Got it in
your head? Good, it probably resembles the movie The Wolf on Wall Street. So there ya go, no need to watch the
movie. Unless you want to see how it all
goes wrong. In that case, by all means
take the three hours and bury yourself in this creative debauchery.
I don’t think there are many virile men out there who
wouldn’t love this long escapade into money, drugs and loose women. A warning
to the women though: expect your man to be in alpha-male mode after gnawing on
this meaty film.
The acting, well the acting is superb. Leonardo DiCaprio
tears to shreds and devours every aspect of our main character, Jordan
Belfort. A variety-pack of carnivorous
actors ravish the screen with little to no effort in this mash-up cast.
And finally, kudos to the man who needs no accolades, Mr.
Martin Scorsese – giving men what they’ve craved for decades, a movie so filled
with testosterone that his audience can’t help but wonder how the crew doesn’t
jump out of the film and attack them in typical ‘roid-rage fashion.
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