That was my first impression watching the first trailer for Martin Scorsese’s The Wolf Of Wall Street, starring Leonardo DiCaprio -- Jesus, Matthew McConaughey’s become quite the scene stealer, non? We might be looking at a double nomination for McConaughey next award season: Best Actor for The Dallas Buyers Club and Supporting for Wall Street?
So...what’s the movie?
The trailer seems to suggest that the movie is Vegas, on Wall Street -- douchebags with a lot of money jacked up on cocaine and pussy, the generation of assholes who preceded the assholes who dicked around with other people’s savings, and almost broke the world, complemented by Kanye’s beats, with the smell of Gordon Gekko lingering in the air.
Listen to Leo deliver that first line:
“My name is Jordan Belfort. The year I turned 26 I made $49 million, which really pissed me off because it was 3 shy of a million a week.”
You hear that transition between the word “million” and the word “which” with almost no pause in between? That’s trademark Michael Douglas, right there.
Also, Leo breakdances.
So far, don’t love it, don’t hate it. Totally indifferent. You?
On and speaking of Vegas -- that’s where Leo was this weekend. At a club, obviously, surrounded by women on Saturday night, of course. Maria saw him talking to a blonde model type who was suicidal by the end of it when she wasn’t invited to leave with him. As she wrote to me in her message afterwards -- I can’t believe anyone likes clubbing that much.
Seriously. It’s been 20 years of it and for the last 6 weeks too. Leo needs his “personal” time.