There's a wonderful moment in The Big Short where the character Vinny Daniel walks into a convention room and declares that it looks like "someone hit a pinata full of white people who suck at golf". It's an astute observation as he glances at a crowd of people who are all white, largely male, and exceptionally moneyed. Sadly, this observation could also extend to the current Oscar nominee line-up, of which The Big Short is one, as the Academy has come under fire again for its lack of diversity.
The Big Short is a highly enjoyable and skilfully crafted film. It's funny, fast-paced, moving and somehow manages to explain the inner workings of a complicated financial crisis using nothing more than some Jenga blocks and a rubbish bin. It slowly unravels the corrupt intricacies of a cataclysmic Wall Street disaster, and I left the cinema enraged at the injustices executed scot-free by the 1 per cent. Job done, right?
Even as I focused hard on the lingo, and gently tapped the calculator under my
seat to keep up with Christian Bale's complicated whiteboard equations, there was something outside of the mortgage repayments that didn't quite add up: where were all the women?
Before people go blue in the face shrieking about the importance of "historical accuracy", hear me out. I'm not asking for more leading women in Saving Private Ryan, or more male heroes in Suffragette. Biographical films are bound by the facts of historical events and there is no getting around that.
The difference in this case is that there was a crucial player in the forecasting of the financial crisis who was left out of the film - and she was a woman.