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Sunday, December 27, 2015

The Big Short



**Spoiler Alert**

Director: Adam McKay/Starring: Ryan Gosling, Steve Carell, Brad Pitt, Christian Bale, Melissa Leo, Marisa Tomei and Hamish Linklater

I thought all the horrors of the economic recession of 2008 had been dramatized in film. The Company Men, Margin Call and the more recent 99 Homes have all given movie audiences a taste of what preceded or followed the near collapse of the American economy; a tragedy whose impact is still being felt domestically and abroad. But with director Adam McKay's The Big Short; adapted from Michael Lewis' non-fiction book of the same name, we learn there is still much to say--and learn--about the subject. And what may or may not be surprising to the viewer is that a film about said crisis can still elicit a powerful gag response. McKay's film, which is at times darkly comic, is absorbing from the opening bell while challenging us to fathom the abstruse minutiae of the housing market's rise and fall. Unlike the aforementioned films, The Big Short makes an earnest attempt to educate the viewer about the hows and whys of how the bubble burst.

Though the story is factual, McKays's characters are wont to tell us when the story strays into the fictitious with into-the-camera asides that lend the film an element of stage theatricality.

The story is told from the perspective of several Wall Street outsiders. One of them; a numbers prodigy and former doctor named Michael Burry (Christian Bale), is a hedge fund manager who foresees the imminent collapse of the mortgage lending market; a prediction for which he asserts much confidence. Unable to find anyone who will heed his warnings, Burry buys what are called credit default swaps (CDS). I'm not nearly qualified to explain the nature and functions of CDS', though characters in the film make an earnest attempt to illuminate the audience. In essence, they allow the holder to profit from defaulted housing loans.
Burry is seen as a loon when he visits several investment firms; Goldman Sachs among them, to buy up CDS' in mass quantity. His bulk purchases draw the attention of Wall Street and a major investor under Burry's consultation, who is less than happy with what he sees as investment disaster in the making.

But not everyone believes Burry is out of his mind. An investor named Jared Vennett (Ryan Gosling) sees that Burry's prognostication is worthy of attention, which prompts his own high volume purchase.

A misdirected phone call brings Vennett's investment to the attention of a trader named Mark Baum (Steve Carell), who, along with his fellow group of traders, becomes intrigued with the sudden interest in CDS traffic. We learn early that Baum is a man of unassailable integrity; his crusade against foul play and fraud on Wall Street is his most salient characteristic. Sometime later, Vennett meets with Baum and his team and in explaining his interest in CDS, he also takes the time to explain the intricate workings of sub-prime loans.

Skeptical of Burry's prophecy, Baum and his team embark on a fact-finding mission to Florida; a hot-spot for housing loans. Among those Baum and his colleagues encounter are a couple of arrogant real estate agents, who divulge their unethical practice of loan disbursement to those who would otherwise be unqualified. Baum's probing questions reveal disquieting facts about said lending practices, which the two men hardly feel the need to hide. Baum's associates confirm the real estate agents' claims when they visit an upscale home in an upscale neighborhood; where they find one occupant living beyond his means. This is followed by an absurdly funny scene where Baum visits a gentleman's club to talk to a stripper who has also benefited from lax housing loan practices to secure not one but several loans. Confident that what they've found confirms Burry's warnings, Baum initiates his own purchase though his superiors balk at what they believe to be a foolish investment.

A couple of young novice investors; Jamie Shipley (Finn Wittrock) and Charlie Geller (John Magaro) also hope to purchase CDS' but a lack of reputation and standing on Wall Street stands as an impediment. Needing investment capital to achieve their goal, the two men seek a Wall Street player who might vouch for them and serve as their entree into the lofty world of investing. The man they approach is an eccentric retired banker named Ben Rickert (Brad Pitt), who sees Jamie and Charlie are on to a solid, money-making scheme but also recognizes their success might come at the expense of the American economy.

In time, as the collapse approaches, all the parties invested in the CDS purchases begin to realize the magnitude of fraud involved the housing market decline, which they rightly attribute to the banking system. And when the collapse actually occurs and the economy goes to hell, we see its horrific effects as Wall Street personnel are dismissed from their jobs en masse while many of the unemployed are forced to join long queues of those looking for work in the hourly-wage world.

And as the collapse commences, Burry, Baum and Rickert are all very aware of what is to come while the more amoral Vennett, seen sitting at his desk alone; stares contentedly at a 47 million dollar check; the noxious fruit of his investment.
Given the widespread unscrupulousness of Wall Street, it is astonishing to find anyone felt any of the mess to be sordid and immoral.

McKay's film gives us a valuable and penetrating portrait of the causes and the aftermath of the 2008 economic collapse. This is accomplished with an outstanding script, expertly adapted by McKay and screenwriter Charles Randolph. The jargon and terminology of the Wall Street world is never an impediment to the drama. Without oversimplifying the material, McKay ensures we can follow along without succumbing to the dizzying developments, which never seem to be completely comprehensible (at least to me).

The ensemble cast is one of the best I've seen this year. Ryan Gosling, Steve Carell, Christian Bale and Brad Pitt are all outstanding, as are the supporting cast. Carell's growth as an actor is proceeding swimmingly; showing us his flair for drama, which began with Foxcatcher.

McKay never adopts a self-righteous tone; the story itself speaks volumes about the evil perpetrated by the American banking system. We see a particularly affective scene near the end, where Shipley and Geller's exuberant celebrations are squelched by Rickert's sober reproach, who remind them that their windfall from their CDS' comes at the price of the lost jobs and homes.

The end subtitles tell us something about the aftermath. Rather than being punished, the bankers behind the disaster were instead bailed out by the American people. To render an already horrid tragedy ludicrous, the unrepentant bankers also received staggering bonuses. Another subtitle tells us about how Burry proposed informing the government how he came to anticipate the collapse, only to become the the subject of an investigation.

The Big Short is easily one of the best films of the year. Its intricate but riveting plot keeps our minds alert while showing us--contrary to what we've been taught--crimes do go unpunished, particularly those on Wall Street. It also demonstrates that accountability has become a whimsical notion in America. If only McKay's brilliant film could bring about some arrests...that would be lovely.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Equalizer



**Spoiler Alert**

Director: Antoine Fuqua/Starring: Denzel Washington, Marton Czokas, Chloe Grace Moretz, Bill Pullman and Melissa Leo

What is there that Robert McCall, the mysterious habitue of a neighborhood cafe and employee of a home improvement store can't do? He dispenses health tips to his fellow employees, helps train an overweight co-worker for a security guard test and generously offers inspirational, you-can-be-whatever-you-want-to-be advice to a call girl seeking a better life. He lives his life in an orderly manner that would make most obsessive-compulsives shudder. Not enough for you? Well, he also has little patience for the profanity his Home-Mart colleagues utter and chides them for their junk-food intake. The man is so good and straight he urinates holy water.

Oh, and one more thing; he can also thrash (to put it mildly) a room full of Russian underworld slimes who threaten his call girl friend Teri (Chloe Grace Moretz), with a frightening array of martial arts and weapon skills and can repurpose mundane home-improvement merchandise for lethal ends.

Can such a man possibly exist in this world? In this dimension? In director Antoine Fuqua's (Training Day) world, he can.

The Equalizer, Fuqua's monumentally silly action flick, is enjoyable at times but if gritty realism is your thing, then brother (or sister), you've come to the wrong place. It features yet another character so common in multiplexes these days; a seemingly ordinary man who happens to be a former CIA operative; one who has retained his deadly training.

Denzel Washington plays the aforementioned Robert McCall, a man with god-like unflappability who lives alone and leads a life that is deceptively prosaic. He works a shift at Home Mart while his insomniac evenings leads him to his local cafe, where he habitually occupies the same seat and drinks tea made from a teabag he carries on his person. McCall arranges the book he brings along, the silverware and his napkin just right; leaving nothing to casual randomness. His book is The Old Man and the Sea; a selection chosen from a 100-Novels-Everyone-Should-Read list that his former wife worked most of her way through. He chats about Hemingway's novel with Teri, who like McCall, is a cafe regular.

After seeing Teri sitting at the counter on consecutive nights, McCall discovers she is being pimped by a Russian scumbag named Vladimir. Ever the paladin, McCall offers to buy Teri's freedom from Vladimir after he sees her battered face following a beating she suffered at the Russian's hands.

McCall bravely enters Vladimir's office one night to bargain; offering a hefty sum. Vladimir and his minions are naturally contemptuous of McCall and his offer. Before McCall leaves the office, he locks the door then scans Vladimir's men in an almost-scientific manner before unleashing death; sparing no gruesome or sadistic means to accomplish his bloody goal.

McCall's brutal dispatch of Vladimir and his men comes to the attention of their boss, who deploys another heavily tatooed Russian named Teddy (Marton Csokas) to find the man responsible for the carnage. Teddy's specialty is troubleshooting for the underworld overlord and he executes his mission in a psychotically impassive, amoral and vicious manner, suffering no impediments.

The film becomes a cat and mouse game between Teddy and McCall that proceeds in a predictable, mechanical fashion until the preposterous final showdown inside the Home Mart, where Teddy's thugs hold McCall's fellow employees hostage. Once McCall arrives, you can guess the rest.

The one and only scene I found deliriously entertaining was McCall's confrontation with Vladimir and his men. The fact that he actually times the violent bloodletting speaks volumes about his obsession for order. Alas, the rest of the movie is what it is.

I can't account for the casting of Melissa Leo and Bill Pullman, who have brief, thankless and bland roles as McCall's former associates. As talented as Denzel Washington is, he is no stranger to slumming, but this script is even more of a slum-stroll than he's accustomed to. Chloe Grace Moretz's role as the hooker-with-musical-ambitions is as thin as frost while Marton Csokas' tattooed torso probably has more detail than his character description.

As always with films like The Equalizer, absurdities in narrative and character are taken a bit too seriously. The film could have used some of the self-aware silliness we find in The Expendables series.

Hey, at least we finally have a hero who reads books! Why has that never happened before? I guess it's pretty tough to imagine Sylvester Stallone, Arnold Schwarzeneggar or Bruce Willis cracking the spine of Don Quixote--one of the other books McCall enjoys in the cafe.

Was I mistaken in believing a sequel was hinted at? Why bother speculating; it's as certain as a sunrise.