Martin Scorsese’s The Wolf of Wall Street just dropped a trailer, and dare I say it, Leonardo DiCaprio is dangerously close to being forever typecast as the fabulously wealthy playboy with a private fleet of yachts, women, and money. Poor guy. Co-starring Jonah Hill with porcelain veneers and Matthew McConaughey with a hair helmet, and introducing Margot Robbie as the Australian chick in a bra, it’s based on the autobiography of shady stock bro Jordan Belfort, and promises to be for boiler room bros what Goodfellas was to gangsters.
Here’s the book description:
In the 1990s Jordan Belfort, former kingpin of the notorious investment firm Stratton Oakmont, became one of the most infamous names in American finance: a brilliant, conniving stock-chopper who led his merry mob on a wild ride out of the canyons of Wall Street and into a massive office on Long Island. Now, in this astounding and hilarious tell-all autobiography, Belfort narrates a story of greed, power, and excess no one could invent.
Reputedly the prototype for the film Boiler Room, Stratton Oakmont turned microcap investing into a wickedly lucrative game as Belfort’s hyped-up, coked-out brokers browbeat clients into stock buys that were guaranteed to earn obscene profits–for the house. But an insatiable appetite for debauchery, questionable tactics, and a fateful partnership with a breakout shoe designer named Steve Madden would land Belfort on both sides of the law and into a harrowing darkness all his own.
It appears to be yet another cautionary tale of greed gone wrong, that will do nothing but attract more of the greediest, most unscrupulous, corruptible douchebags to emulate those the movie purports to critique, just like Wall Street and Scarface before it. That said, I would knock my grandma off her rascal scooter to get to the front of the line for this. I don’t like myself for it, but I would watch Matthew McConaughey club baby seals.