Money monster: 2016 movie

Money Monster is a fable of these post GFC
years. Young Kyle (Jack O'Connell, Unbroken)
– the gunman – just wants to know where all
the money went. He had inherited $60,000
after his Mum died and – because he believed
Gates' confident stock picking style – he'd put
the whole lot into tech firm IBIS. But now
IBIS has gone down the pan, the CEO is on a
Lear jet to places unknown and Kyle is left
with a pregnant girlfriend who thinks he's a
waste of space. And she may well be right, but
Kyle is only asking what a lot of us would like
to know: Where DID all the money go?
Money Monster isn't a great film, but it's
certainly not an unlikeable one. The script
feels assembled, rather than actually written,
and the baddie (Dominic West, stretching
himself not one centimetre) is exactly a
Gordon Gekko for the 21st century. The
jargon might be slightly updated for the
tech age, but the "greed is good" reasoning
behind his swindle is presented intact and
without a hint of what would have been an
appropriate and self-knowing irony.
Meanwhile, director Jodie Foster and her
writers have never seen a New York hostage
drama they didn't like and they miss no
opportunity to quote liberally from the top
shelf. There's chunks of King of
Comedy, Network and – especially – Dog Day
Afternoon turning up on screen throughout.
By the time the action moved outside the TV
studio for the brief, but nicely choreographed
third act, I was half expecting the inevitable
crowd gathered on the street to be chanting
"Gattaca, Gattaca".
But, with the easy and incandescent chemistry
of Roberts and Clooney burning away at its
core, and just enough wry digressions to
pad Money Monster out to feature length,
there's at least an adequate amount of movie
here for your money.
Money Monster won't set the world on fire. It
won't even get people talking in the way
that The Big Short did last year. But it is a
timely film, made with some care and a bit of
heart. Recommended. Sort of.
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