The film hangs on McConaughey's charisma like an old, yellowing suit, but is a reasonably enjoyable blend of Martin Scorsese's wild "The Wolf of Wall Street" and Werner Herzog's "Fitzcarraldo," even down to the record player spinning in the middle of a remote jungle.
Directed by Stephen Gaghan (Syriana), Gold cannot help but be compared to Martin Scorsese’s The Wolf of Wall Street, a film that more successfully sought Oscar “gold” by looking at the precipitous rise and fall of a businessman and related stock values.
The combination of financial derring-do and the myth of the self-made American millionaire is in the spirit of recent films like The Big Short and The Wolf of Wall Street.
Most directly descended from The Wolf of Wall Street , with thematic echoes of American Hustle and a dash of the capitalism-run-amok of The Big Short thrown in for good measure, Gold falters not only due to the oversaturation of its premise but also from heavy-handed pacing, dull characters and adherence to tropes over dramatic depth—problems which can’t be disguised by slapping a bald cap and some crooked teeth on a slightly pot-bellied Matthew McConaughey.
I'm not sure why a similarly greedy, insistent, often repugnant protagonist didn't completely turn me off in " The Wolf of Wall Street "—maybe Leonardo DiCaprio is a better match for his character than McConaughey, a " Wolf " bit player, is for Kenny, or maybe Scorsese is just a more imaginative and varied director than Gaghan.
The narrative combines avarice, naiveté, corporate throat-slitting, and betrayal in ways that claim thematic kinship with The Treasure of the Sierra Madre and (more recently) The Wolf of Wall Street and The Big Short .