One way of looking at this movie is to wonder if Jordan Belfort, played quite decently by DiCaprio, was right in his successful stint, and a loser in his downfall. If you're a human being, and you're not part of the richest 1% of the USA, you WILL feel jealous of Belfort. Even if you're a Buddhist Amish.

But that's okay because though I did envy Belfort's wealth, I was not green with jealousy, and I didn't feel jealous about his wife, played by the popular Margot Robbie, who I thought had a too stringy body with ropy arms. I'm content with the fact that at once time, a girl prettier than Robbie had a crush on me. And I also believe, that I eat better food than Belfort.

Now let's talk about Martin Scorsese. I loved Taxi Driver. His masterpiece. The Wolf of... is better than Raging Bulls, a movie that I happened to rate 4 stars here. That was under my old rating system. Nowadays if I have to re rate my movies watched, then I'd give Raging Bull 2 stars, just to make the comparative thing work.

Scorsese is behaving like a menopausal cozy mystery writer. He's churning the same movies, serially. He has nothing new to say, which is frightening, because there are quite many current, younger directors in Hollywood drawing inspiration from his movies. It's sobering to realize that right now, there are directors in America and abroad, taking these terrible movies and making an inferior shadow of them. My two cents! Hope you found this review useful.