The world’s economy is in a state, much like the friend who always gets too drunk and ruins your night.
They start off well, but three bottles of wine later, their pants are by their ankles and they’re crying in the shrubbery. Shocking excess leads to shocking mess: the overriding message of this film.
Since the ubiquitous phrase ‘credit-crunch’ started being bandied around, there’s been a growing public awareness of the global economy. Now we all know someone who’s been badly affected by the recession, and we’re all pissed off enough to flock to the cinema.
Charles Ferguson, the American director, takes a no-holds-barred approach to exposing why the world’s economy has ended up with its knickers in such a debilitating twist.
The Inside Job is like a Machiavellian drama; the bankers are most certainly the baddies as Ferguson reveals the unfathomable greed of key American financiers. For example, we see how Richard Fuld, CEO of Lehman Brothers, who led his company into bankruptcy and lost 5,000 jobs, was able to defend his $484 million bonus after the meltdown, highlighting the total lack of accountability following the crisis.
We’re also given insights into the sleazier side of Wall Street: the cocaine, the prostitutes and egotistical culture that’s depressingly ‘80s.
However, it’s clear that whilst the epicentre of the financial earthquake might have been in the US, the whole world has been affected. The film opens in Iceland in the throes of its own economic crisis; we see bewildered shop-floor workers in China, and the deeply saddening ‘Tent City’ in California, heaving with the newly-homeless.
It’s unnerving, gritty stuff – but an absolute must-see for anyone who wants elucidation on the matter. The Inside Job is a landmark film, working hard to expose the truth on a dark and murky issue.