This is why I love to read about film. Abridged from The New York Times' A.O. Scott:
By 2050, we will be able look back at the present era of economic inequality and political polarization with condescending nostalgia. At the moment, though, The Wolf of Wall Street might hit a little too close to home, and Leonardo DiCaprio's performance — an amoral whirlwind of hedonism, guile and hard-sell seduction — has generated confusion as well as admiration.
Right in front of our eyes. Mr. DiCaprio has been using his charisma, his unmistakable movie-starness, to explore the iconography and psychology of the 1 percent.
With Jordan, happily devoted to the pursuit of more without any of the usual high-minded or deep-seated reasons, Mr. DiCaprio achieves a kind of apotheosis. Jordan is the synthesis of the bright young strivers of his earlier films with the more darkly shaded studies in power and corruption of recent years. He is not quite like anyone we have seen in a movie before, and yet he is instantly recognizable.
Remember the beautiful boy who perished in that famous, symbolic Titanic shipwreck? He never really went away. But now he is the shipwreck, and we are the passengers.