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.
What the hell just happened? That is the question that will be lingering in your mind when you exit the theatre after being sucker punched by Zack Snyder's aptly titled new film. The highly stylized director of 300 and Watchmen fame brings his now standard unique vision to the screen once again.