The Wolf of Wall Street review – how can criminal decadence be this bland?

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Secret location, LondonIn this immersive show we are promised a globetrotting night of drugs and sex … but are left loitering in a living room
The best immersive theatre makes its audience feel like they are being let in on a secret. At Alexander Wright’s immersive production The Wolf of Wall Street, based on the Jordan Belfort memoir made infamous by Martin Scorsese’s adrenaline-fuelled film, too many of us are squeezed into flimsily clad, shoddily decorated, too-tight spaces for any of the feral and fraudulent action to feel intimate.
It’s our first day at stockbrokers Stratton Oakmont, where the drug-guzzling criminal multimillionaire Belfort (a writhing Oliver Tilney) is promising to make us rich. Our group is taken to Geneva to set up a new bank. Along the way, some are arrested for money laundering, others head off with the drug dealer and a select few peel off for a promised wild night of sex. Continue reading...

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