Try to imagine Martin Scorsese’s The Wolf of Wall Street without the Quaaludes, coke, morphine, pep pills, pep talks, martinis, penthouses, mansions, pool parties, Ferraris, private helicopters, yachts, hookers, orgies, Swiss bank accounts, international intrigue, scams, lions, snakes, roller-skating chimps, flying little people, lingerie, out-of-bounds comic debauchery or swaggering mendacity. Imagine a movie about a […]
