Wall Street

A word of advice: Do NOT watch this movie if you've never been to New York City before. Oliver Stone's Wall Street (1987) is a Faustian tale about the seduction of power and its cohort, money. I'll quote David Mamet when he writes, "Everyone needs money! That's why they call it money!" It's proof that the world is not run by bureaucrats or governors or presidents or even dictators; America is run by the sharks. The sharks with money. And in this case, New York fears Gordon Gekko, and so does the film. Michael Douglas stands outside of his penthouse window watching the city, his city, waiting for his next prey. He is utterly terrifying, strutting around in his suspenders and thousand dollar suits. In fact, no one else in the movie really compares. Charlie Sheen's character isn't very believable next to this stock wielding devil. Here's a taste of his slyness.