El lobo de Wall Street *****

Eeeeei (Pum Pum) Eeeei (Pum Pum) Eeeei (Pum Pum) ... ¿No tomas drogas?

Después de muchas y grandes participaciones juntos, Dicaprio y Scorsese se vuelven a mezclar en una nueva aventura cinematográfica. En esta ocasión el marco es Wall Street y, más que la bolsa, es el modo de dedicarse a la bolsa.


Scorsese escribe el "Uno de los Nuestros" del siglo veintiuno, cambiando el respeto del poder por el respeto del dinero. Dinero y poder. Poder y dinero. Casi siempre van de la mano.


Dicaprio recibe el guión, su personaje se llama Jordan Belfort y le ofrece posibilidades infinitas, con diálogos que se catalogan con el aullido de un lobo hasta arriba de hierba, con escenas jodidamente inolvidables. Dicaprio lee ese maldito guión y sabe que está ante la película de su vida. Lo sabe. Y cuando nosotros terminamos de ver el "lobo", también lo sabemos.


Hay muchas películas que son buenas. Hay menos pero hay, que son muy buenas. Hay algunas que incluso las podemos catalogar como excelentes, y al filo del embudo podemos detectar obras magistrales. Pero amigos, las obras maestras no son el pan de cada día del ninfómano de la claqueta, y es por eso que, cuando algo así aparece, y además podemos disfrutarlo durante tres horas, solo podemos salir a la calle, botella de whisky en mano, y cantar aquello de "vivir así es morir de amor".


Hoy el debate es, repasando la trayectoria de Scorsese, con títulos como el ya nombrado "Uno de los nuestros", o "Taxi Driver", o "Casino", o "Infiltrados", decidirse entre un ranking de hitos. Yo elijo "El Lobo" y la pongo en la cima del olimpo. Sí, sí, el lobo es una puta barbaridad.


La escena de Mcconaughey, el Lemon guardado para las grandes ocasiones, las acciones de centavos al 50%, el rosa de las paredes, de los vestidos, y de lo que hay entre sus piernas, el véndeme este bolígrafo, el vestido armani de 3.000 dólares, el policía que vuelve en metro, the artist en suiza, la cena de 26.000 dólares,  el vuelo...brillante, absolutamente brillante.


Scorsese está mayor, pero está mejor que nunca. Dicaprio cada día me recuerda menos a ese joven que dibujaba en los barcos y más Nicholson. A la mejor versión de Nicholson. 


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  • Heidi (miércoles, 26. marzo 2014 13:59)

    I din'dt know where to find this info then kaboom it was here.

  • helioprix.com (jueves, 27. marzo 2014 12:13)

    Lu, it's very tender.Cathy, I know! He used to dare more. :)Allen, I'll make some coffee for you and some tea for me, ok? :)Marysol, your comment made me laugh out loud, sweetie. :)Kickpleat, using
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    one.Mark, it is! And it rises beautifully.It's a deal, since I don't drink coffee. :)Nic, I'm waiting for you, dear!LyB, it makes a lot, so you can have it throughout the day. ;)Lynn, it goes well
    with tea, my friend, you are right.Krysta, thank you for stopping by - I have nothing against Leo, but Bobby is so much better. :)Deb, I have a new book full of them and intend to make them all. Wait
    and see, darling! :)Y, I think your idea is fantastic. :)Jasmine, that recipe of yours sounds so divine!KJ, thank you!Emiline, I like him, too, and I find him very talented - the thing is that De
    Niro is so much more of an actor and he has an amazing chemistry with Scorsese.

  • helioprix.com (lunes, 31. marzo 2014 17:01)

    It was on my bucket list to see or meet John Wayne before he passed. I waited to long. So, a couple yrs back I put on my Larry Mahan 7x beaver Cowboy hat and my Dads western vest and went southeast
    about 60 mi to Winterset, Ia to see the unveiling of the Dukes big bronze statue. I waited quite awhile to meet Ethan Wayne. I was impressed how he took the time to discuss his fathers success and
    how humble he was of his own. I was saddend and I could tell it was hard for him to discuss his late brother Michael, producer/director of McClintock movie, who looked just like his Dad. I told him I
    had missed Patrick and his Mother Pilar on a previous dedication of his fathers birthhome cause of work. I told him I had lost my father in1986 who once rode his horse across the Continental Divide
    in Colorado Rockies at the age of 70 and was wearing his vest and ask him if he would sign its lining. “Are you sure”? “It’s a nice vest”. Sure
    I’m sure, Dad was a big fan too. And by’golly he signed it and I cheerish it as it hangs retired on my office wall. God bless the Wayne Family giving of their time and effort to
    support Iowa’s connection to a great American Icon. Thx Ethan!

  • tipsntraps.com (martes, 01. abril 2014 12:17)

    Ethan was named after the lead character in the classic “Searchers.” John Wayne found the character so intriguing and captivating he named the new grandbaby
    “Ethan.” The character embodied traits appealing to Wayne: rugged individualism, relentless dynamism, perseverance against tremendous odds, passionate in his beliefs and
    predilections yet open to new ideas and revision. A man of few words yet instantly recognized as the leader. Those traits he hoped for his new grandson. It would be interesting to hear the
    family’s account of the naming. The movie of “Big Jake” is one of the most touching of the John Wayne films. The music adds to the gentleness displayed by the burly,
    errant Grandfather who is on a mission to save Ethan, a grandson he has never seen, from cutthroat kidnappers after a huge ransome. Ethan could add to this biography by recounting words from his
    Grandfather. John Wayne was noted for giving opportunities to young talent. His pride in being involved in the accomplishments of the young can be seen in the “Cowboys.”

  • dogblogqatar.com (viernes, 04. abril 2014 21:35)

    Ben Amiun film cu ei despre ei jucat de ei. e mai rau decat o reclama la McDonalds in care nici macar nu ti se mai promite ca mananci sanatos, sau o emisune “distractiva” de pe la
    noi in care se invita o gasca intre ei… toooot anul povestindu-si vietile lor “extraordinare” (sa dau si alte exemple in care unii se premiaza intre ei, de ex?). cred ca
    ajunge. filmul asta e chiar mai rau decat toate astea la un loc.. pentru ca iti impune sa crezi in ceva absolut fals, de la cap la coada. dealtfel Deep are coada bagata in filme absolut ciudate care
    n-au nici o treaba cu realitatea (trecuta, prezenta sau viitoare). pe unii nu-i pedepseste nimeni cand “creeaza” sub imperiul drogurilor. ba, mai au parte si de inmormantari
    fastuoase. ca sa se intepeneasca bine in mintea copiilor ca DOAR ASA ajungi sa devii “cineva”.n-are cum sa-mi placa asa ceva. prefer ceva care imi permite sa am propria parere, nu
    halesc ceva impus.

  • tipsntraps.com (lunes, 07. abril 2014 16:54)

    Ben AmiProduced byDavid Crockett…. executive producerBarbara De Fina…. executive producerChristi Dembrowski…. executive producerJohnny Depp…. producerTim
    Headington…. producerGeorgia Kacandes…. executive producerGraham King…. producerCharles Newirth…. executive producerMartin Scorsese…. producerEmma
    Tillinger Koskoff…. executive producer nu inteleg de ce vrei tu sa ai dreptate CU TOT DINADINSUL.am zis ceva… pune mana si uita-te la filmele in care a jucat Deep care seamana
    extrem de tare IN STIL (omul avand predilectie la scenarii bizare):The Imaginarium of Doctor ParnassusCharlie and the Chocolate FactoryAlice in Wonderland daca tie iti plac e ok, avem doar gusturi
    diferite.la Hugo mai e si producator… alaturi de Scorsese pe care deja l-ai creditat excesiv.sper sa nu mai tai din comentariul asta, mie imi pare destul de moderat.

  • himasif.com (jueves, 10. abril 2014 17:06)

    Eugen LenghelBen, esti liber sa “consumi” orice, film sau alta operă de artă. Nici aici, nici in film nu s-au propus droguri. Mai mult, filmul este despre copii de toate vârstele
    care îşi păstrează nestinsă flacăra curiozitaţii şi a imaginaţiei. Despre asta e filmul. Despre primul cineast, despre primul film de anticipaţie şi despre dorinţa oamenilor de a visa liberi cu ochii
    deschişi fără a fi sub influenţa cuiva sau a ceva!Degeaba ne vorbeşti despre copii, sau mintea lor dacă o asociezi cu persoane care nu au curiozitate, imaginaţie şi tentaţia exploratorie a jocului.
    Dai doar dovadă că nu ai înţeles nimic.

  • tipsntraps.com (domingo, 13. abril 2014 14:33)

    Jai - when you've read this - take it down - I wrote it a long time ago. Thought you might like it.RegardsDDThe best thing about Dylan is that you can sing along with him and feel superior. Yeah, he
    was a good poet, one hell of a talented musician with an instinctive grasp of complicated orchestral abstractions. But he couldn't sing for peanuts, that whiny, nasal, flat voice could barely hold a
    tune. That incomprehensible high-plains accent butchered his own poetry, mangled and mumbled the words and rendered his lyrics into a guessing game. Over the years, I guess hundreds of millions have
    sung along anyway with Robert Zimmerman from Hibbing, Minnesota. In a thousand campus hostels, every idiot who ever fiddled with a guitar learnt his or her set-piece Dylan. Maybe some of them didn't
    want to but singing Dylan was the price they paid to keep an audience. I stopped listening to Dylan as pure music a long time ago. He turned into background noise, something as familiar as driving a
    cantankerous old car with funny quirks in the gearing. I knew every trick of phrasing, I knew exactly when the harmonica would kick in just the way I knew the delicate balance of choke and starter. I
    knew the variations Robertson had done on it, I knew the Dead's bootleg version, I'd heard Tom Petty mugging it along with the Heartbreakers. And Dylan has associations running back across the years.
    There are the stoner anthems that take me disappearing along the foggy ruins of time to when I travelled steerage to Goa, more than 20 years ago. There were the unending arguments with Cool Breeze -
    my black pal from Detroit who thought that Dylan did whiteman's music but he liked it. There was the music that we played scratchily through the nights on the old gramophone as we stayed awake and
    waited for the hard rain to fall, for my girlfriend's dad to lose his long hard battle with cancer. There was my bitter empathy with the boy who swore that he wouldn't work on Maggie's farm no more
    as I totted up my week's commission on the typewriters I'd sold. I remember driving up the Assam Trunk Road from Guwahati to Tinsukhia and blasting Buckets of Rain over and over again as the
    windscreen wipers went into overdrive. The lost weekend when a bunch of us got smashed in the grotty old Tiger Cinema bar and watched The Last Waltz three times post-exams. Every time the show ended
    we just stepped across the road to the Maidan, or down to Nizams and we drifted back again as the third and final bell ra

  • Anderson (martes, 10. noviembre 2015 11:20)

    1st and 2nd place are both Black Friday events, Ron. You iitunnasing something there? Or getting all un-PC and calling a spade a spade? I haven't spent $170 on shoes since well, never. Including a
    weading, investiture, and swearing in. Peace (to the extent possible) and merriness.

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