Very well written, satirical screen play by Terence Winter (The Sopranos, Boardwalk Empire ), based on Jordan Belfort's book, contributes to one of Scorsese's funniest films (especially in protracted quaalude scene - 'luckily I managed to get the car home without a scratch' had us laughing all weekend). Leo is absolutely sensational in title role (should have won the Oscar over McConaughey), Jonah Hill ain't half bad either (he was also Oscar nominated). Margot Robie does a creditable New Yorker, Rob Reiner in good support as the Wolf's father (it's a shame the scene in which he becomes extremely annoyed because someone has phoned up, then unaccountably speaks in a British accent, isn't repeated throughout the film). With Matthew McConaughey, Kyle Chandler (FBI), Jon Bernthal, Jon Favreau, Jean Dujardin, Joanna Lumley (excellent; our secret weapon), P.J. Byrne, Kenneth Choi, Brian Sacca, Henry Zebrowski.
My fear was that the three hour running time signified Scorsese's usual excessive indulgence, and that the inevitable story would be rise to success / fall to nothing like Boogie Nights - but no, it fair zips along and keeps the inexorable (dealt with briskly) towards the last 25 minutes.
Thelma is cutting quite loosely - she's not bothered about invisible editing, only catching the right bits of performances and making it move.
I don't think Robert Richardson's retired (he's only 59) but Rodrigo Prieto shot it in Panavision. Usual good music choices and constantly moving camera.
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