The whole thing feels like someone filmed a Wall Street parody in their uncle's basement but the uncle is actually a retired porn producer who still has that one good camera. Wolf of All Streets, right. Leo's this sad sack who can't get it up for his boring life anymore until Donnie shows up with penny stock schemes and suddenly there's money and women with tits that defy both gravity and office dress codes.

First scene where you actually close a deal and the secretary bends over the desk, skirt riding up, that's when you know what kind of game this is. The real model thing works sometimes, other times the photos look like they were pulled from a LinkedIn profile that got hacked. But when it hits, fuck, it hits. That one milf character, the investor's wife, she's got this look like she's already calculating your net worth while unbuttoning her blouse. Choices actually matter here which surprised me. Push too hard on the business side and your home life crumbles, but play it safe and you miss the really filthy scenes. Had to replay three times just to see if the office orgy ending was real. It is.

The humor lands weird sometimes, like it's trying to be The Wolf of Wall Street but also a porno and also a drama about moral decay. Pick a lane maybe. But then you get a scene where Leo's on the phone with his wife while getting head under his desk and the dialogue is so absurdly wrong it circles back to brilliant. Multiple endings too, some genuinely dark, some just an excuse for more tits. The pink sheets thing, whatever that actually means in real finance, becomes this metaphor for how everything's for sale including every pair of panties in a three mile radius. Not polished, not balanced, definitely not feminist. But you're not here for that.