Wall Street 2

I took the S.O to see the movie this weekend. I had mixed impressions. I thought it was still a good movie but the first one was better. The first one had more of an edge to it.

Idle observations:

The years 2000-2010 produced, for the most part, no really good music. At least it seemed the creators of the soundtrack could not find any. The best song in the whole movie was at the end-and it was an 80’s song that was featured in the first movie.

Both movies are morality plays. It is important to understand that going in the door. They are designed to teach a lesson-especially in the case of the second movie where the so called masters of the universe f*cked the rest of us over to the tune of billions and billions of dollars. At least in the first movie it was only Bud Fox getting screwed over. ” How  many yachts are enough Gordon?”

I’m always amazed at how people who get wiped out to the tune of a million dollars or more-can still afford uptown Manhattan apartments to live in. How does that work exactly? Me-I lose my job-I’m living  in a run down one bedroom apartment or a used travel trailer in a disreputable trailer park.

Fusion was still never proved to be viable.

The Charlie Sheen cameo appearance in this movie was laughable to say the least. You get f*cked over so hard that you have to spend time in jail and you are civil to the guy who put you there? I don’t think so.

I sure wish I had the money to hang out in the New York clubs the financial guys do. The tuna in those places was MARVELOUS.

Doesn’t any one use birth control any more?

‘Money Never Sleeps’ is like watching two hours straight of CNBC, which is great if that is your channel of choice, but not a triumph for a feature-length film.

In the ‘80s, lighting a cigar with a $100 bill was sexy. In 2010, it’s damn near porn.

Overall? A good enough film-but the original is better. If for nothing else, the first movie left you trying to figure out how Fox made a ton of money at Gekko’s expense. I give it a solid C-nothing extraordinary, which is a damn shame.