The Wolf of Wall Street
is the first Martin Scorsese film in a long time that feels like it will join
Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, and GoodFellas in the canon in a few years' time. It
arrives with all the excitement that Casino did, but it doesn't quite provide
what many of us were hoping for, and for some, it may take some getting
accustomed to.
The tone is much
straighter than we've come to anticipate, with longer, more intimate sequences
and a far higher emphasis on screenplay, even though it starts with a sprinkle
of the customary visual fireworks. The Wolf of Wall Street's oddest feature is
also its most unusual for a Scorsese film: it's wonderfully, incredibly humorous.
Another noteworthy aspect of Scorsese's 23rd feature is how effortless the
comedy is, given that it is his first film since 1999's Bringing Out the Dead,
which is equally rich in black humor and doesn't appear to be made to an
Academy agenda. The director's early enthusiasm returns in The Wolf of Wall
Street. It's a massive film, but not as big as Scorsese's Gangs of New York,
and it finally feels like Scorsese is examining the material and getting to the
heart of the matter.
It features an antihero
who pushes us to the very limits of our sympathies, just like the finest of
Scorsese's work. Jake LaMotta, Rupert Pupkin, and Travis Bickle are all
suspects, but Jordan Belfort may be the worst. And it's part of the film's
genius, not only in Scorsese's direction but also in Leonardo DiCaprio's
untouchable performance, that three hours in the company of a man who exploits
the poor and wallows in outrageous wealth whizzes by.
It's possible that Scorsese
has been searching around for a change. His Personal Journey series of
documentaries famously end when he began creating films himself, so he doesn't
have to evaluate his colleagues, but The Wolf of Wall Street has the air of a
director looking for inspiration. Not only are there hints of his godchildren
Tarantino and P. T. Anderson here, but there's also a sense that this isn't
going to be a conventional Scorsese film. His camera stays in place longer than
it used to, and despite the trailer's suggestion of a lot of twitchy raps, the
needle drops are shorter and less prominent than normal.
DiCaprio is
unquestionably at his best in this film, fully commanding his range and
ability. The most evident indication of this is the slapstick elements. The
sequence in which he tries to drive his car on antique Quaaludes is incredible,
but it's difficult to see another actor pulling it off and then flawlessly
transitioning back into Belfort's public role. Belfort has gone from charlatan
to evangelist by the end of the movie, and it is his messiah mentality that
leads to his demise. Nonetheless, we believe it as well, and this is what the
movie excels at: even though Belfort is a love rat, a drug addict, and a con guy
who preys on the poor, none of these things appear to matter.
In terms of the latter,
the film plays fast and loose with its morality, establishing Belfort as the
narrator of his own story to the point where Scorsese doesn't react when he
crosses the line, which he does frequently. Instead, he thrusts our noses into
the massive mountain of pharmaceutical cocaine that was Belfort's existence for
a few years. And we inhale so deeply that it is only after the comedown that we
begin to think about Jordan Belfort, what he did to earn his money and what he
did with it. It's hardly a surprise to state that Belfort rose to prominence because
of his notoriety, but The Wolf of Wall Street joins a small group of Scorsese
films (Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, The King of Comedy) in which unstable persons
become media celebrities because of their crimes and misdeeds.
It doesn't take a
master's degree in film studies to figure out what's going on here, which is
part of what makes The Wolf of Wall Street so compelling. Scorsese isn't waving
his finger at Wall Street; rather, he's wagging it at us, providing a mirror of
our messed-up reality. "Humor is tragedy plus time," as Mark Twain
once remarked, and as far as historical warnings go, it doesn't get any timelier
than this.