Taken as metaphor for modern business practices...ah, no, we can't fake it: Wolves of Wall Street isn't even interesting metaphorically. Taken literally, it's a wolfman movie with no wolves -- there's nary a hairy transformation in sight -- so you wait for the action to start and it never does. The dialogue is banal, the finale is laughable (a woman easily kills three bloodthirsty men with a fountain pen!) and the horror, suspense and thrills are non-existent. The catchy title, alluring box art, one sex scene (four men, two women) and the presence of Eric Roberts are the only things going for this howling disappointment.