Protagonists you wish to hook in the face here … with Gazza’s fishing rod.
How relevant this is, a tiny coterie of tech geeks manipulating your usual stock-trading inverted universe. Always despised goblins like this, their nauseating patter and lack of manners. But that’s another wee spiel.
As vexing as the encroaching-upon-a-sledge-hammer set-up it is, we do have here depicted a relatable workplace malice, and nights out that segue to a tumbleweed on a Monday morning.
The shagging scenes were embarrassing to watch. I’ve never seen such painful, smug foreplay and failed pumping in a movie. It would have been marvelous if Mr. Blobby stomped in and jizzed on the pair.
Anyway, this aside, it was mostly splendid and for long periods it was 86% fully intriguing, a throwback thriller with thoroughly loathsome characters.
Michael Douglas should have been in it.
And the impeccable Eddie Marsan features. He’s one of the best working today, ever since Paul Bettany fed him a butty in Gangster No.1 (1999).
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 