Why the Big Short disappointed me so much.

Rating: 6/10 (23 February 2016)

Let's start positive.
Christian Bale pulls another great performance out of the bag.
(Possibly his second Oscar.)
And so does Steve Carell. (Should have been nominated.)
And the music is amazing.
As you leave to Led Zeppelin's crushing 'When The Levee Breaks' you could be striding, like a Wall Street Trader, all big balled and bouffant into the night, wind rushing through your long shiny hair all attitoodinal.
You could be walking into a high maintenance Strip Club to be drooled over.
You could.
You really could.
Except you're not.
Because the last two hours of your life were a mess.
You've seen an edit room meltdown. Let's face it, in places the editing in this movie is just sub frickin' prime man. But I can see why Hank Corwin is nominated. It's original. (But it's style over story telling).
This movie is an economics lesson that wants to be so, so, so cool that you might even start to like economics in such a way that it blows it.
But it forgets one very important thing.
Great movies tell stories.
This movie is not a story. It's SO NOT a story. It's just a mess. And any amount of Led Zeppelin and Steve Carell at his best and Bradd Pitt at his most subdued, modest, handsome, pouty self doesn't save it.
It's a mess.
And that's why it fails.
(And as for Margot Robbie. Oh come on.)
I kinda liked it all the same.