Wolves of Wall Street (2002)

I can say without reservation that this is the STUPIDEST movie I have ever seen in my entire life. It was SO stupid, I can't believe that someone actually paid money for this movie to be made, or that people actually agreed to be a part of the cast and crew. I can hardly say more than that; after just watching it, I was so overwhelmed with a need to share in some forum how STUPID and POINTLESS that this movie is, that I was compelled to joined IMDb.com for the first time for the sole purpose of expressing this. If you decide to watch this movie anyway, you will agree with me; this review is my attempt to save you from "the silver bullet."

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????

Of course the metaphor of stockbrokers being akin to bloodthirsty werewolves hunting in packs in trite, but having said that this is by far DeCoteau's most professionally executed film. Lots of reasonably vibrant location footage from Lower Manhattan, really good acting (quite a shock after some of DeCoteau's earlier efforts!), but the sex is less titillating than in some of his old stuff. The homosexual flirt is always at the core of a DeCoteau film and naked male flesh often seems to be the whole point of them. Not quite so here, which is why many might want to opt for a less idiosyncratic form of slasher movie.