To the extent that the movie implies that this relatively small time hustler was Wall Street's biggest, worst, most notorious or even a representative wolf of Wall Street, Leonardo DiCaprio and Martin Scorcese are howling up the wrong tree.
As Sunday's date for this year's Academy Awards approaches, and with it the growing suspense over who will win what, Nick Clooney follows from his Augusta, Ky., home (near Cincinnati) with special interest.
After almost 20 years in the business, Chiemi Karasawa made the move from being a script supervisor on feature films to being a producer who made documentaries. When she started making Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me, she had no intention of playing musical chairs right into the director's seat as well.
Since the dawn of storytelling, good guys with strong moral compasses were glamorized, while bad guys with wayward moral compasses were vilified. But a slew of recent films and shows have turned gray to black.
If WOWS qualifies as a "punk rock film," then we have reached a cultural moment at which punk is devoid of meaning, reduced to crass commercial form in which the very possibility of rebellion signifies absolutely nothing.
I'd be hard-pressed to pick a favorite between Life Itself, Steve James' documentary about the late film critic Roger Ebert, and To Be Takei, by Jennifer Kroot, about the amazingly resilient career of actor George Takei.