The Wolf of Wall Street

What to make of this one.

Comparing Scorsese's Wolf of Wall Street to Oliver Stone's Wall Street could generate some compelling comparative data, in regards to their historical censures.

Has this particular epoch enabled Scorsese to direct without limits, to go beyond Seth MacFarlane and Adam Reed, to freely proceed with neither caution nor complaint in an excessive wanton capitalistic cynosure, to gratuitously salute the golden age of sleaze? 

He tests you within.

He bombards you with luscious images of in/accessible voluptuous beauties, interspersing tips on illegally playing the stock market, and then asks you whether or not you're capable of following the lecture, playing with the process of narrativization throughout.

Tantalizing tutelage?

He takes a group of guys who grew up together, installs one as leader after he learns how to make enormous sums of money, they all then make enormous sums of money, and they basically never leave high school for the rest of their lives, and not one of them even so much as ends up in the hospital.

There are funny moments.

But why they needed 180 minutes to retool this tale is beyond me.

There's just no Gravity in this film.

That's arguably the point, and it's presented as a best case example of raunchy sophomoric absurdity.

But there's too much exploitation for me.

It is fun getting to know smart women.

There's one female stockbroker who succeeds but her role's tacked-on, she's belittled in the end, and is initially dependent on the generosity of men.

However, like American Hustle, it's filled with tips on how to avoid being scammed.