The Wolf of Wall Street

My week long battle is over. Seven days of my life spent in conflict with Scorsese’s 180-minute filth-fest. My body had a reaction to this film (that I am convinced is strictly biological) forcing me no other choice but to consume in bite-sized chunks. Considering heart palpitations were a side-effect even with small doses of The Wolf’of Wall Street, I caution to say going in all out, all at once probably would have led to full-blown cardiac arrest. In simple terms, it is funny. Its is entertaining. It is highly pornographic and inappropriate in every sense of the word. But it is one hell of a ride.

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