Yes, Martin Scorsese is a great director. He can keep things flowing along, grab top notch performances from his cast, and offer sumptuous settings that can make your mouth water. But he has also become the master of cinematic overkill, and this film is a prime example. There's nary a character you can give a tinker's damn about, and we've seen this topic of criminal excess better done before -- by Scorsese himself.

This film felt graphic for the sake of being graphic, a sort of Caligula for the classier crowd of narcissists in our midst. DiCaprio's performance is, for the first time in his career, a bit over the top as the "Wolf". By the time the film ends, you feel as though you've sat through a seedy snake oil commercial, the pitchman being Scorsese himself.

Come back to the five and dime, Martin, and give us something you haven't done before.