I love Hollywood interpretations of the Street. Everyone is fit, athletic, superficial, and uni-dimensional.
While the 1987 Oliver Stone was brilliant in its portrayal of egos and empires, this paltry series offers nothing in terms of equivalent intelligence, depth, or even style. The business concepts aren't even right. Investment bankers and venture capitalists finance deals; brokers and traders trade stock.
After a quite promising opening 5 minutes where veteran actor Donald Moffat was addressing his army of bankers, the show quickly descended into the predictable depths of illicit affairs, illegal deals, and betrayal. Hardly original.
That aside, I'm sure that won't stop people from flocking to this Melrose Place by Battery Park. It's glitzy, but I just wish the producers would have invested a little more effort in scripts and character development.
By the way, as of this year Wall Street has gone business casual. The dark pin-striped days are over. That's why I had to mothball wardrobe of suits.
While the 1987 Oliver Stone was brilliant in its portrayal of egos and empires, this paltry series offers nothing in terms of equivalent intelligence, depth, or even style. The business concepts aren't even right. Investment bankers and venture capitalists finance deals; brokers and traders trade stock.
After a quite promising opening 5 minutes where veteran actor Donald Moffat was addressing his army of bankers, the show quickly descended into the predictable depths of illicit affairs, illegal deals, and betrayal. Hardly original.
That aside, I'm sure that won't stop people from flocking to this Melrose Place by Battery Park. It's glitzy, but I just wish the producers would have invested a little more effort in scripts and character development.
By the way, as of this year Wall Street has gone business casual. The dark pin-striped days are over. That's why I had to mothball wardrobe of suits.