What a noisy, stupid movie this is. And repetitive, too. An hour could have been cut from the film with no harm done. It is oddly like a drama by Christopher Marlowe, or one of the other lesser Elizabethan playwrights: there is no real plot line, no character development, but rather a constant and increasingly frenetic repetition of what has gone before. The self-indulgence of the whole is reflected in the performances. McConaughey's chest-thumping scene is painful to watch. Jonah Hill does his usual thing. Leonardo diCaprio smirks his way through the film, though admittedly that may suit the character. (But pity those early enthusiasts who referred to the 'lude scene as "brilliant.") Bright spots are Kyle Chandler as the FBI agent; admittedly I may have liked him because I hoped he would arrest Jordan, and cut the movie short. Margot Robbie, however, was unabashedly terrific, and really the only reason for watching.