
The Wolf of Wall Street review: legitimate businessman
A debauched end-of-empire horror story disguised as an outrageous comedy, with remarkable performances from Leonardo DiCaprio and Jonah Hill.

A debauched end-of-empire horror story disguised as an outrageous comedy, with remarkable performances from Leonardo DiCaprio and Jonah Hill.

Far from perfect, but its humor is nearly Monty Python-esque, much more deliciously absurd and creatively bizarre than its predecessor.

Bursting with insanely engaging characters who are impossibly real and impossibly ridiculous whose stories you don’t ever want to end.

Jude Law is wonderfully deranged and utterly plausible as a rage-filled moron, but the movie leaves him adrift amongst unrealized satire…

Dryly humorous and wonderfully weird, this is a preternaturally mundane evocation of early 80s nerdery and an almost scary peek at the history of AI.

Twists the high-school revenge story into feminist black magic.

My ears are bleeding from Malcolm Tucker’s volcano of hilariously creative vulgarity; he is to profanity what Shakespeare is to poetry.

A bleak, bitter, wicked pleasure that holds up the underpinnings of modern America — self-help, Jesus, and violence — for ridicule.

Smart, breezy spy action, with an of-the-moment vibe that takes it post-post-9/11 and into the Wikileaks era of global politics.

Steve Coogan is still, hilariously, the same old awful, insecure jerk, but the media satire that has always revolved around the Alan Partridge character is somewhat diminished.