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Yet if the emotional detachment of "The Wolf of Wall Street" is partly deliberate, it's also a flaw in the script by Terence Winter, whose other movie about wanting to get rich or die trying was actually called "Get Rich or Die Tryin.' " Jordan's an amoral playboy with no regard for the people he swindles or the wife (Cristin Milioti, Ted Mosby's wife on "How I Met Your Mother") he ditches for Naomi (Margot Robbie of "About Time"), a beauty worth naming a yacht for.
Perhaps a dudes-and-luudes movie like "Wolf," which at times feels like "Goodfellas" gone comedy, has to be somewhat cold. Jordan's frequent boasting about horses and yachts could be mini versions of James Franco's amazing "Look at my " speech in "Spring Breakers." His unquenchable greed and affinity for snorting drugs off hookers' posteriors turn him into something of a hedonistic cliche.
He's following the path of his mentor (Matthew McConaughey, splendid in a brief role) who advocated coke, twice-daily masturbation and an attitude that turns Jordan into Jay Gatsby's reckless half-brother. "Their money was better off in my pocket," notes Jordan Belfort (Leonardo DiCaprio, funny but loud), the real-life stockbroker whose book inspired the film, defending the practice of selling junk stocks to his clients. Like "Hustle," the three-hour "Wolf" features a great deal of voiceover and a main character who sees no fault in conning people. Russell's "American Hustle" in an important department: "Wolf" zeroes in on greed and need and says in vivid, convincing fashion, "Baby, the hungrier you are, the easier it is for me to feed you crap." A truer American hustle, Martin Scorsese's "The Wolf of Wall Street" bests David O.