For
those who have survived working in a cutthroat corporate environment,
this movie is a must-see look at the inner workings of the classic
dog-eat-dog world of business and money. I am attracted to these
stories (like Social Network, which I reviewed in
March 2011), probably because I am a survivor of four years as a
corporate associate in a big-city law firm. While I didn’t make the
kind of money investment bankers make, I was highly compensated and
suffered tremendous pressure to perform—lawyers logging enough of the
dreaded “minimum billable hours.”
It was a life where weekends,
holidays, and vacations could be cancelled at a moment’s notice with no
monetary repayment; schedules are determined based on the whim of
egotistical partners; and deep, restorative sleep in one’s own bed is a
luxury. Just thinking about that oppressive existence makes me feel
like I’ve crawled into the depths of a dark, dank prison cell.
Margin Call
incorporates an all-star ensemble cast with a wonderful, tightly
crafted script by writer-director J.C. Chandor, who is nominated for an
Academy Award for best original screenplay. In an online article about
him, he claims to have written a first draft of the script in just four
days. Inspired by the market crash in the fall of 2008, this fictional
story centers on the eve of the crash and how the decisions of a small
group of people started the domino effect that took down such firms as
Lehman Brothers in one day.
While the details of how the
crash came to pass is complex, the story is crafted simply enough for
the average viewer to follow. In a time where Wall Street is blamed for
much of the problems in our nation’s economy, Chandor tells a
powerfully riveting tale that made me realize how important financial
trading is to the growth of our economy. But unfortunately, as the
movie relays, greed and carelessness get in the way, which is where our
story begins.
The movie starts with the entire
trading floor of a New York investment banking firm laying off workers
in an unscrupulous, cold-blooded manner. Stanley Tucci, one of the
unfortunate victims in the risk management team, is called to a
glass-walled conference room where he is given a mediocre severance
package, then escorted to his office by security. He quickly gathers
his personal belongs and leaves the premises. But before he departs, he
gives his associate Zachary Quinto a file that will eventually prove
the firm’s serious overexposure, particularly in the area of
no-money-down, mortgage-backed securities.
When Quinto calculates the
firm’s potential losses, he is astounded to realize that a slight dip
in the market would sink
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the
company in one day. Calling his immediate
boss, Paul Bettany, he relays his discovery and the troops are called
in from all fronts to convene and plan an emergency strategy. Kevin
Spacey,
head of trading, Simon Baker, Spacey’s immediate boss, Demi
Moore, head of risk management, and a number of other top guns gather
around the boardroom table to determine what to do. And as they
convene, a helicopter hovers overhead, bringing the top dog of them
all, Jeremy Irons.
If you watch the movie for one
reason, let it be Jeremy Irons’s spectacular performance. He is superb
as the head of the firm, like a strong, battled-hardened captain intent
on rescuing his ship from going down into the depths of bankruptcy. He
understands money as not something to be earned but to be made—that
it can be manipulated and moved from one place to another, packaged in
different ways to increase the speculative value in the market, only to
create more money, and then continue through the cycle again.
Combining
tragedy, drama, and humor, he plays to his advantage the hold money has
on men’s hearts. Careers are tossed aside like excess cargo as plans
are made to dump these worthless securities into the market before
anyone else comes to the same conclusion. Being smart and being first
is his mantra, regardless of who is hurt. If there is a devil character
in this movie, then Jeremy Irons is certainly it.
The godlessness of the business
of making money is just a reminder of how fortunate I am to have been
rescued by the Lord from a similar fate. All of the characters in
Margin Call are prisoners of money, and ironically, most of them aren’t
even aware of it until a market crash occurs. Once they become
personally affected, their hearts are laid bare. Most of them scramble
for survival, wanting to take others down with them into the watery
grave of loss and humiliation, while others, like Kevin Spacey’s
character, realizes that he has sold his soul and tries desperately to
get it back.
But alas, it is too late. The
devil, Jeremy Irons, demands that he stay with the firm for another
twenty-four months, which to Spacey is a lifetime. Because he needs the
money, he is obliged to stay. Thirty-four years with a firm, and Spacey
has
nothing to show for it, not even a nest egg. The final scene has him
burying his beloved dog in his ex-wife’s backyard, a metaphor for the
little bit of good he had left in his life, and now it is dead. The
only tangible evidence of that good is the hole he now digs.
I am reminded of one of the
least understood books in the Bible (other than Revelation),
Ecclesiastes. “Vanity of vanities,” King Solomon wrote. “All is
vanity.” Margin Call makes this scriptural truth
crystal clear. A life pursuing money and not centered on the saving
knowledge of Jesus Christ and His finished work on the cross is as good
as the grave of a most beloved, yet very dead, dog. But unlike Spacey’s
character in Margin Call, it’s never too late to
turn away from the trappings of the world and accept a new, eternal
life in the Savior, Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
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