“In-excess” is my best way to describe this movie. 180 minutes long of which 120 were spent exploiting on screen the vices of this stockbroker: the bodies, the parties, the sex, the drugs, the money, the decor, the orgies, the lack of remorse, the luck ingredient, you name it! Add to that, the main character rubbing it all on my ear, as if I’m in the movie (a super cool trick also used in House of Cards and House of Lies that is becoming to feel annoying now that it seems to be highly in fashion), the “gung-ho / you-own-the-world” motivational speeches, the numb, idiotic crowd of imbeciles working for him, blindly adoring it all, and impressively unable to comprehend that such profits could only mean one thing: trouble!
Oh! What about the “in-excess naïve clients” who entrusted their savings in hopes of making big bucks from sunrise to dawn? I said to myself, this can’t be real! Scorsese must have made an in-excess parody of what happened in real life. DiCaprio must have misunderstood the true concept of comedy and is imitating the grotesque style of Ben Stiller, Adam Sandler, Steve Carrell, or worse, Jim Carrey, that I hate so much! To my own surprise, it seems that reality was even more excessive than this movie could ever portray. Was not until I got this fact clear that I liked the movie!