Wolves of Wall Street (2002)

Unshakable, witty and deeply felt, the film will be paying emotional dividends for a long, long time.

The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

This film is so real. It treats its characters with so much care and sensitivity.

Through painfully honest and emotional moments, the movie becomes irresistibly relatable

It sounded like it could be fun. The premise of the most powerful brokerage firm on Wall Street being run by hunky werewolves could have worked. And the film does boast some capable actors, even an amusing cameo appearance by Louise Lasser (from "Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman"). Obviously, one doesn't expect a classic film, but the least these people could have delivered is something enjoyably bad. But there is no excuse for it being so dull. There are no werewolf transformations on camera, for starters. Eric Roberts plays the senior partner of the firm with "where's my paycheck?" restlessness, while the supporting cast just goes through the motions. There are constant, repetitive shots of Wall Street buildings, full moons (do full moons happen several nights in a row there?), embarrassingly bad wolf puns, and an idiotic flashback from a party. In the flashback in question, the brokers all strip off their clothes Chippendale's style, then crawl to a pair of seated female models, sniffing and licking their hands and legs while the women moan (but look like they're yawning). Meanwhile, the sound of wolves growling plays on the soundtrack. What do they plan to do to the women? Seduce them? Eat them? Hump their legs and pee on the carpeting? I never figured it out. There are a few off-camera killings, but it's the paying audience who are the real victims. David DeCoteau (the man responsible for this) belongs in the doghouse.

who had this lame idea of mixing Wall Street and American Werewolf In London? Two perfectly great films do not necessarily make one good movie. Poorly acted, executed, filmed, edited and just a bad idea in the first place.Could this have been done better...I doubt it. I think the whole idea was a stillborn from the start. I also think it felt way too overdone already from both the "big business" and "scary werewolf from young guy" approach. I feel for the people that put any money or effort into this...total waste.Ugh..couldn't't stand the whole "transformation" thing. Not the man to werewolf but the wanna-be to "high stakes broker"...a beret? what were they thinking????

(There are Spoilers) Wanting to be a Wall Street stock broker since as long as he could remember young Jeff Allen,William Gregory Lee,was about to make his dream come true when he traveled to New York City from his home in Ohio to make his bones on what's called the street of gold and broken dreams: Wall Street. It turned out that becoming a Wall Street stock & bond broker wasn't as easy as he at first thought since he had no experience at all in selling and buying stocks or bonds. Hurt and depressed Jeff goes into a local Wall Street watering hole, after another day of looking for and not finding a job, to drink his troubles away and meets the bartender pretty Annie Morris, Elisa Donovan. Annie telling Jeff that her late husband was a player, big shot, in the stock market she gives him a tip that there's this group, or pack, of stock brokers that go to the bar every evening after work and that their boss a man named Dyson Keller, Eric Roberts,is always on the lookout for new recruits in his brokerage house the very successful Wolfs Bros. Getting to talk to Keller Jeff hits it right off with him and Keller offers him a job, if he could survive the two weeks of training, in Wolfs Bros. which Jeff jumps at. Becoming a member of the firm Jeff is at first very happy with his job but as time goes by he begins to realize that he's not working with a brokerage firm but with a pack of wolves lead by the two alpha males of the group Keller and fellow stock broker Vince, Michael Bergin. Eating raw meat and giving off a scent to attract the female of the species, wolf-women, to mate with as well as staking out their territory by marking it with their liquid bodily waste was the order of the day, and night, of the Wolfs Bros. stock brokers. Jeff trying to get away from this insanity starts to make it with Annie, who he fell in love with, and before you know it he's living with Annie in her apartment. Keller who's also in love, or better yet in lust, with Annie would not stand for one of his lower echelon pack members having a mate that he won't share with him, the top dog, and his fellow brokers. It also turns out that Annie's late husband Tyler, Jeff Branson, was also a pack member of the Wolfs Bros. brokerage house and was murdered by Keller and his wolf-pack when he tried to leave it which is what Jeff is now thinking of doing. Off-the-wall film about wolf men and women who act and think like, but aren't, werewolves like the ones we see on TV and in the movies and making complete fools of themselves trying to be them. There's a number of long and boring scenes in the movie especially those that have to do with the brokers getting involved hot and heavy with their mates, hot to trot wolf-women, that go on forever. It's in those scenes where We have the wolf-women not as much as even taking their tops, or bras, off that only seemed to have been put into the movie to obviously pad the movie to it's eventual 85 minute final print. The ending has Jeff, with he help of Annie, fighting off and killing Keller Vince and their wolf pack with, I kid you not, a silver pen not bullet putting an end to this whole Wolfs Bros. wolf pack insanity once in for all. "Wolves of Wall Street" reminds me in some way of the sequence in the 1981 movie "Wolfen" when a pack of wolves, or Wolfen, descend on Wall Street one evening, from their home in the burnt-out South Bronx, and massacre a number of people unfortunate enough to be there at the time; that's about the only thing that I can think of to compare the movie with. It's hard to try to understand what "Wolves of Wall Street" is trying to tell you besides the story of a pack of insane stock brokers more interested in a full moon then in making a 10% commission for executing a multi-million dollar stock transaction.

Anyone who's portfolio has plummeted this past few years should enjoy this movie if they're into metaphors. It's all about stockbrokers acting as predators, rampaging in a pack to ensnare unsuspecting investors.I'm all in favor of a "Ripped-from-the Headlines" opus but it's too bad the filmmakers don't have a better vehicle than this rickety contraption with its low production values and stilted dialogue.Into the brokerage house of Woolf Brothers comes Jeff Allen, just out of business school with a dufflebag full of suits and no experience. Surprisingly, he qualifies to gain access to the Woolf's lair and adopts the firm's highly touted instinct to "focus, seek and attack." Sooner than it takes to say:"Look, there's another full moon" Jeff has acquired a taste for lots of purchasing orders and raw red meat.I think there was an opportunity here to develop a stronger storyline -- even a fun comedy -- but director David DeCoteau seems not to have risen above the mundane. Seen at the 2003 American Film Market in Santa Monica.