For me the worst thing about the global financial crisis is the movie Wall Street II. My god!
At the beginning of the second week of rehearsals we thought it would be a fun thing to do. An afternoon excursion. We wanted to learn some of the stock market floor moves. My god. It was the worst movie ever!
The writing – appalling. The acting – atrocious – those Federal Reserve board meetings!!! I mean, Michael Douglas – what are you doing?
And that overused thematic of the ‘bad father coming good.’ I mean, how many movies? Why do we always need some old misguided white guy to save the day? Didn’t they make this mess in the first place?
And the young couple that get engaged and find out seven seconds later she’s pregnant. They move from one fancy New York address to another fancy New York address. She’s got a secret $100 million (courtesy of the estranged ‘bad’ father) but really they just want to save the world by investing squillions in some unproven ‘green’ technology.
They break up (‘bad’ father meddling), they get back together (‘bad’ turned ‘good’ father meddling).
[I’m not ruining it. I’m saving you $15.]
A stupid motorcycle-alpha-male-off. And the conspicuous overuse of children’s bubbles as the dominant metaphor.
And hilariously, it’s about greed! Are you kidding me? How much did this Oliver Stone travesty cost? And we had to go on cheap day and sneak in our snacks from ALDI because Jane never even got the $900 stimulus from Kevin!
Kym Vercoe, November 2010

