If you need any reason to dump your limping stock portfolio and invest in liquor and bullets, The Big Short will give it to you.
I sat in the darkened movie theater feeling literally nauseated. Our nation’s institutions are rife with fraud, and the doomsday prepper in me wants a house with a moat and a year’s supply of clean water (Flint, Mich., need not apply).
When a movie about collateralized debt obligations can evoke an emotional punch in the gut like that, you know it’s good.
The Big Short is among eight movies nominated as best picture in the Academy Awards and as I do every year, and usually fail, I’m attempting to see all of them before the Oscars on Feb. 28.
Three down, five to go.
I saw The Revenant a week and a half ago, and though I needed to shield my eyes more than once, I highly recommend it. The award-worthy cinematography makes winter look beautiful (and who couldn’t use more of that the third week of January, universally known as the worst week of the year?).
The Martian, another pulse pounder, would have been the first nominated movie I saw. Did you know it’s based on a book that was originally self-published?
My mother recommends Joy, so I wish it was a nominated film but rather, Jennifer Lawrence is nominated as best actress. So what’s left on my best picture list?
- Spotlight (alas, I suspect I will leave the theater as nauseated as after The Big Short)
- Mad Max: Fury Road (really? Didn’t I see this was playing on Cinemax?)
- Bridge of Spies (maybe I’ll save this for last; can’t go wrong with Tom Hanks!)