Shia LaBeouf is the king of terrible sequels that manage to make money.
If you ever want to watch a movie that will make you want to tear your eyes out, punch the nearest editor/financial worker and curse Oliver Stone’s name for the next three millennia, go see Wall Street 2. Or you could spare yourself the trouble. In honesty, there’s never been a more blatant and obviously bad movie than Wall Street 2. There are thirteen things happening at once, with the backdrop of the financial collapse, the script was cobbled together with shoestrings, refuse and Carey Mulligan’s slanty mouth, and Gordon Gekko has just been reduced to a cartoonish stereotype.
So it goes like this – a young trader, Jacob Moore, played by Shia is in a relationship with Gordon Gekko’s daughter, who happens to be a left-wing blogger/activist. He’s obviously getting into Wall Street, and I SMELL CONFLICT.
Gekko gets out of prison and wants to start making moves again, so he starts trading things under the guise that he wants his daughter’s affection. Then he steals all her money. The issue is that Oliver Stone, despite his ego and abilities in his own screenwriting prowess, doesn’t have the know-how to back it up.
There is literally a scene that’s riding the emotional crest of the death of Shia’s mentor, and then he proposes marriage. Then later, a pregnancy is announced basically the same way. Oliver Stone expects you to care about his shallow, cut-out characters – but you’d have to be an idiot to love them.
I cannot warn you away enough. It’s a needless sequel, and what seems like a first draft thrown quickly on film.
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