Alan Dee’s film preview: The wolf is at the door again, but Scorsese and Di Caprio’s Wall Street tale is old hat

Leonardo DiCaprio in The Wolf of Wall Street.
Leonardo DiCaprio in The Wolf of Wall Street.

It may be dripping with star names and cinema class, but is there really an appetite in these tough times for a glitzy tale of corporate excess?

Movie legend Martin Scorsese certainly thinks so, and has spent years bringing cherished project The Wolf Of Wall Street to the screen.

This 18-certificate feature is based on the memoirs of a corrupt stockbroker intent on living life to the max.

Leonardo Di Caprio is centre stage as a slick sort who reckons that greed isn’t just good – it’s grrrrreat.

He’s shown the ropes by old hand Matthew McConaugey and then gets his snout in the trough of 1990s Wall Street.

With something like a million dollars a week pouring into his back pocket, he splashes out on booze, drugs, sex, parties and expensive toys. What could possibly go wrong?

The story has been adapted by Boardwalk Empire creator Terence Winter and sees Scorsese and DiCaprio work together for the fifth time.

Handsome undoubtedly, but hardly heartwarming and we’ve seen it all before.

We’ve also seen everything Devil’s Due has to offer – it’s yet another 15-rated would-be fright fest, this one with a gormless pair of young newyweds who find their lives turned upside down by a sinister pregnancy which is the portent of all sorts of unpleasantness.

Who is that weird man staring at their house? What are those mysterious symbols that keep appearing?

As they appear never to have seen a horror film in their young lives, the terrified twosome don’t have a clue, but we do – wobbly ‘home movie’ camerawork, telegraphed tension and a couple of hours wasted if you really insist on sitting through it.