IMDb #139: The Wolf of Wall Street (2013)

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Financial whiz Jordan Belfort makes millions by screwing millions, and when the Fun Police decide he's made a sufficiently astronomical asshole-shaped dent in the karma-sphere, they screw him right back.

Like an extended sales pitch, our motormouth NYC narrator yammers us through his humblebrag beginnings to his peak of success.

As a bright-eyed newlywed stockbroker, he hits Wall Street -- they hit back. "You are lower than pond scum. Here's your shitty phone job. Get greedy. Curse constantly. Jerk off twice a day or more to keep your cool."

(You can practically smell Ayn Rand dustily jerking it in her coffin.)

Wall Street collapses, because like its constituents the stock market is fickle and unpredictable. So our case study starts at the bottom with penny stocks. Expands it into his own company. Which snowballs into a bigger company. His pushy sales formula, instilled into avaricious young idiots, explodes into a gargantuan operation with fat slimy tentacles in multiple orifices screwing everybody.

Cue the debauchery. Stripper parades and drug-fueled escapades. Office party midget-tossing. Quaaludes.

JB marries a 11/10 lingerie designer; throws a lavish fairytale wedding; incessantly cheats on 11/10 lingerie designer. He gifts her a yacht; he sails it into the stormy Mediterranean.

He makes stirring speeches to his cultish office workers. He disses disparaging Forbes profiles and pisses on official subpoenas. The staff adore their boss -- he made them rich -- so they don't crack under interrogation. He offers FBI investigators a sweet job at his company.

And just as he's unraveling, he's railroaded on the path to sobriety and getting the last shreds of his riotous life back together. The long arm of the law wraps around his neck, putting his crooked morals to the test.

It's a hell of a ride. Yet another Martin Scorsese fictionalized documentary.

Typical Scorsese, it's got every type of objectionable content you can imagine. Drinking, drugs, nudity, language, questionable sales practices. And better yet, it's basically all true.

180 minutes.