I went to see The Wolf of Wall Street yesterday.
It was a disappointing film, with two-dimensional characters and exaggerated scenes.
Occasionally there were striking images. At one point a naked DiCaprio walks slowly, in a mann von hinten sequence, through the aftermath of an orgy that resembles the Death of Sardanapalus. But mostly it was a bore, with no serious ideas.
I have no intention of going to see Twelve Years A Slave, the only other notable film at the local cinema. It appears to be pornography masquerading as literary adaption (much like Tinto Brass's Caligula). Politically correct pornography, but pornography nonetheless.