I saw The Wolf of Wall Street in early January, a few weeks after its release in a New Jersey multiplex nestled in a dingy strip mall not unlike the one where Jordan Belfort (the Wolf) founds his corrupt brokerage firm. By this time I had already heard the varied reactions of both critics and friends.
In the old days, news papers used to print something called the "Crix Picks", similar to what Rotten Tomatoes does. But when the blockbuster movie was born in the 1970's, everything changed. They ditched the "Crix" and started printing the Box Office Top 10, as is the standard today.
"So where was I?" That was how host Ricky Gervais opened Sunday's 69th Annual Golden Globe Awards, a nod to the controversy that followed his previous year's hosting gig. His inference: he was going to pick up exactly where he left it last year. He wasn't going to pull any punches. Once again, he was going to raise hell. Well, this time? He didn't.
Do we really need to praise Martin Scorsese any more than he's been already? Do I have to reiterate the contributions he's made to film, not just through his endless list of cinematic masterpieces, but also through his contributions and advocacy of film preservation? Do I need to remind you about his passion for cinema?
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