Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps

Two nights ago I watched "Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps", Oliver Stone's sequel to the original "Wall Street" and my very first Oovie, which is just like a movie except it comes from a vending machine, by which I mean the plot was visible from the outside, the characters got stuck halfway through and only with a mighty directorial bashing of the machine in which it was produced did they come loose, and when you looked at the product in your hands you had the distinct sense that you'd paid far too much money for something you didn't really need.



But I should honour the intentions of this blog and attempt to be mostly positive.

Well, Michael Douglas is still a good actor, and Shia LaBouf is not untalented, and Carey Mulligan is a welcome addition to the coterie of Brits who can do American accents.  Paul Giamatti and Laura Linney also put in fine performances, particularly in the "John Adams" miniseries.  Unfortunately they weren't in this movie.

On a serious and positive note, what I really loved about "Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps" was the way it brings people together.  I had the pleasure of watching this movie with my girlfriend and my housemate, and all three of us were united in our opinion of it.  We also managed to fit in some productive conversations while the movie was in progress, so I suppose I can't really complain that it was bad value for money. 

You, dear readers, care not for bad value.  You care for good value, and for good value I have an offer you can't refuse.  MY SHOW, How We Lost the Son, is premiering tomorrow!  Book now www.stjudes.org.au/musical - it's $20 or $15 concession and that includes student tickets.  Really, you'll be missing out on a whole lot more than good conversations during the boring bits if you don't go.  Anyway, it's live theatre so you're not allowed to talk during it.  And there are no boring bits.  So I don't really see any way around this.  You have to come.