…sitting through 179 minutes of predictable, blasé and brash anecdotes becomes tedious. Yet, when the end comes, it is abrupt. Can you believe that? Di Caprio is as usual good, though he has to scream his lungs out and stoop to gross deeds…when all is said and done Horace Walpole’s “in small proportions we just beauty see, in short measures life may perfect be” stands out loud and clear.

If The Wolf of Wall Street were a person, I probably wouldn’t turn around to give them a second look. It is rather shocking and extremely heartbreaking to see this coming from a director I admire so much. It looks good and it sounds good too — The Wolf of Wall Street can really please the senses, it seems. Just remember to forget your humanity for a while.