Except his gift of gab, his ability to sell and to inspire a following. He loses everything, every material thing. He simply cannot let go and when the steam train crashes, Jordan lies in a heap crafted with his own hands. He belittles the agent’s poor wages and mocks his respectable normal life. His undoing is his greatest strength his addiction to his vision. When an investigation into his activities by FBI Agent Patrick Denham (Kyle Chandler) comes to light, he is nervous but yet arrogant. He is himself the proud husband who gifts his new wife Naomi Lapaglia (Margot Robbie) a yacht with a landing pad, a helicopter sits daintily on top. He ‘preaches’ with a passion so intense it appears to rival the orgasms from their many orgies, the ‘congregation’ trashes about on the throes of a high so infectious from their benevolent ‘saviour’ they remain hooked as they rake in their successes.
He is charismatic, and funny and handsome. When he stands before his audience, he is like a preacher whose intense belief in the rightness of his cause begins to inspire. Jordan’s charm lie in his ability to sell stocks not only to investors but in his ability to sell his vision first to his friends beginning with Donnie Azoff (Jonah Hill) and then to a teeming army of passionate near worshipping salesmen scratch that, parishioners. Jordan and his clones are perpetually on a high from a cocktail of prescription drugs and hard drugs, they float on clouds from where they pluck witty comments by the dozen. The Wolf of Wall Street (directed by Martin Scorsese) is shocking in its decadence naked grinding women and men become so common place they barely need a glance from the audience. His cravings have the lead and they drive him to seek satisfaction from even more debauchery. Naomi, beautiful, voluptuous and willing to be his fantasy and go the extra step but it is not enough as he pushes himself further and further. Jordan changes his first wife Teresa (Cristin Milioti) as he would his old car and old life he trades her for a newer fresher and more beautiful model with nary a look as she weeps fading away from our screens. He becomes the character so much so that his excesses are no longer something to wonder about, it is just who he is. He is the chameleon whom we can’t differentiate from Belfort as he strikes at the heart of the role giving it his all. A gigantic ball of shiny, newly bedecked, noveau rich stock brokers whom Jordan himself moulds into mini Jordans, each one garish, brutish but entirely loyal and fiendishly capable of separating obtuse investors from their cash in huge mouth-watering sums.
He is an enigma a drink driving, cocaine snorting, sex crazed, sleaze ball whom they all adore.
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