The Hollywood telling-off of Wall Street continues in Money Monster, a hostage thriller which also attempts to be a treatise on financial market ethics and media complicity.
But its juggling act loses some of its skittles along the way. And though the movie might have the likes of 70s movies Network or Dog Day Afternoon for its foundations, its attempt at getting mad-as-hell-and-not-going-to-take-it-any-more at Big Money is ultimately diluted by some increasingly preposterous plot twists and unlikely character epiphanies.
It's mostly a three-hander between George Clooney as a financial channel's resident singing dancing investment jester-guru (a figure clearly based on CNBC's Jim Cramer, who had a post-GFC mea culpa care of Jon Stewart), Julia Roberts as his protective studio director and Jack O'Connell who invades their Money Monster show armed with a gun and a bomb vest and takes over the programme.
O'Connell's working stiff has lost his inheritance on a buy recommendation for Ibis Clear Capital from Clooney's Lee Gates.
Despite his heavily armed fury, he just wants to know one thing: Where did his 60 grand actually go?