i had a conversation this weekend talking about ‘drug’ performances in film, and I have to admit, this Lambo/Lemmon sequence in Wolf of Wall Street is WAY up there for me. it’s just a glorious piece of acting.
“With 506 F-words in its two-hour, 59-minute running time, The Wolf of Wall Street uses the profanity approximately 2.81 times a minute and now holds the record for the most swear words ever to be said in a movie.”
You don’t choose who you fall in love with, do you? And once you do fall in love—that obsessive sort of love, that all-consuming love, where two people can’t stand to be apart from each other for even a moment—how are you supposed to let a love like that pass you by?