The Wolf of Wall Street

I cannot figure out what Scorsese has done here. It is a Scorsese movie--the cinematic momentum, the banter, the what-makes-me-live-also-makes-me-die themes---but it is the most undisciplined Scorsese movie I can think of. Scenes that get lost in absurdity. The movie is long and is its subject’s match in gluttony and abuse of power. All I can think is that Scorsese recognized this and made a movie that is its subject--long, crazed, and so over the top that it makes us uncomfortable. An indulgent movie about indulgence. I’m probably giving it too much credit.