Money might never snooze, but Oliver Stone's financial bore-fest did the trick for me.
I dozed off sharpish. It's not only full of awful – often nonsensical – macho language ("He's a monkey dancing on a razor blade"), it also doesn't seem to condemn these rapacious Wall Street lizards. In fact, on the contrary, Stone appears in thrall to their plodding wheeler-dealing. The plot, such as it is, centres on the relationship between the ever tearful Winnie (Carey Mulligan, terrible) and slimy Jacob (Shia LaBeouf). She's Gordon Gekko's daughter, and he's a trader in awe of her father. And Michael Douglas's slimecake is the only thing worth staying awake for.