This is not the same thing as saying that the film is amoral, though. It's not. It's disgusted by this story and these people and finds them grotesque, often filming them from distorted angles or in static wide shots that make them seem like well-dressed animals in lushly decorated terrariums. The brokers classify prostitutes by cost and attractiveness, referring to them as "blue chips, "NASDAQs" and "pink sheets" (or "skanks");
they're warm-blooded receptacles to be screwed and sent on their way, much like the firm's clients, including Steve Madden, whose deal is gleefully summarized by Belfort in terms of an oral rape. You can tell how much Belfort really cares about his people by the way his narration segues out of an anecdote about a broker who got caught in a spiral of misery and shame: "He got depressed and killed himself three years later," he says over a photo of a corpse in a bathtub trailing blood from slit wrists. Then, without missing a beat, he says, "Anyway..."