A somewhat livelier movie about the stock market than "Rollover" -- praise so faint that it would do better just to lie down with a cool washcloth pressed to its forehead. And Michael Douglas, while no less of a Leftish actor happy to cut his own character's throat, is a more credible high financier than Kris Kristofferson (smelling salts, please), and a more gleeful throat-cutter as well. It is he who is largely responsible for such liveliness as there is. The plotline, on the other hand, is no more comprehensible to the layman than the one in that earlier exposé, and it is so scattered and unsustained that our layman will have a harder time even getting the general drift of it. And the only thing offered in the way of enlightenment is the ghostly sight of director Oliver Stone astride the proverbial high horse (or sententious nag). With Charlie Sheen, Martin Sheen, and Daryl Hannah. (1987) — Duncan Shepherd
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