He was once a wizard of Wall Street, before quitting in disgust, and now, for reasons that are never clarified, he agrees to help. Hearing, by chance, of the plan to short the housing market, and yearning to cash in, they call Ben Rickert (Brad Pitt), a neighbor with a beard like a hedgerow and a diet to match. That is why, with everything at its most hectic, McKay tugs at yet another strand of plot, reeling in Charlie Geller (John Magaro) and Jamie Shipley (Finn Wittrock), out-of-towners who trade from their garage. But that film was-no surprise-a downer, and audiences stayed away. Ramin Bahrani’s “99 Homes,” released in September, took a far less hasty look at the catastrophe in Florida, and at the families who felt the brunt. The rants are exhilarating the editing, by Hank Corwin, is a riot of faces in closeup, chats to the camera, and neon-bright montages of pop culture even a trip to Florida, made by Baum and his team, who want to see the mortgage market in all its dysfunctional glory, comes off as a riff of jocund disbelief. His method here is to take the choppy, skittish, and impatient mood of modern comedy and paste it onto the story of a fiasco.
From those, you could argue, the whole of “The Big Short” has burst. McKay, who made the “Anchorman” films, is not on entirely unfamiliar territory he stuffed the end credits of “The Other Guys” (2010) with animated graphics about Ponzi schemes. What is Robbie doing here? Pretty much what Marshall McLuhan was doing in “Annie Hall,” when Woody Allen pulled him into the frame. Briskly, she unravels the problem of subprime mortgages, and adds, “Got it? Good. We suddenly hear the voice of Vennett, say, on the subject of Wall Street verbiage: “Does it make you feel bored? Or stupid?” He has an unusual solution: “Here’s Margot Robbie in a bubble bath.” Cut to Robbie-whom many viewers will have last seen in “The Wolf of Wall Street”-swathed in foam and holding a glass of champagne.
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(No wonder it could flourish with such abandon.) McKay and his co-screenwriter, Charles Randolph, working from a book by Michael Lewis, are so alert to this ignorance that, every so often, they halt the movie as sharply as a dog walker yanking on a leash. It trades on the fact that, ten years ago, no one outside the fortress of finance had the time, the will power, or the math to follow the fathomless chicanery that was taking place inside. If you happen to understand credit-default swaps and collateralized debt obligations, or C.D.O.s, you might well enjoy “The Big Short.” If you don’t understand them, however, you’ll have a much better time. Largely, it is greeted with derision, but it piques the interest of Jared Vennett (Ryan Gosling), at Deutsche Bank, a kind of lizard with sideburns, who in turn persuades Mark Baum (Steve Carell), the head of a rancorous hedge fund, to join the game. He decides to bet against it, and word of his gamble spreads. (Bale can be such a chilly actor, but here he plays a chilly man, whose very gait spells bewilderment, and the result is unexpectedly touching.) As early as 2005, Burry has a hunch, grounded in laborious research, that the housing market, famed as a rock of reliability, could soon be washed away. Socially, he makes Steve Jobs look like David Niven. He also possesses a glass eye, an ear for heavy metal, and a busted internal radar. Burry, as if to suggest that he’s still involved in one of the caring professions. He has a medical background, and prefers to be called Dr. Meet Michael Burry (Christian Bale), who works for an investment firm named Scion Capital. Adam McKay’s all-star cast takes on the 2008 financial crisis.
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