The vocabulary of this Wall Street intrigue is sufficient all by itself to kill your interest: "Euro-dollars," "currency translation," "liquidity," "stability," "short capital," "short feed stock," "bottom fishing," "cash flow," "tapped out," "down the tubes," "in the shithouse," and similar authenticities. The obfuscation brought about by this lingo almost, but not quite, conceals the ridiculous plot premise. According to this, the next financial holocaust could be precipitated single-handedly by an industrialist's widow (Jane Fonda making like a Movie Queen, undulating down a staircase and tipping her head back to receive kisses on her sternum) whose connivances to take over the Chairmanship of the Board so annoy her Arab backers that they decide to pull the plug on civilization as we know it. The moviemakers themselves hardly seem to comprehend what has happened, when their idea of a note of optimism (rather than of hideous irony) is for this meddlesome Pandora to offer herself to the ruined hero (Kris Kristofferson) as "partners" in the rebuilding process. Directed by Alan J. Pakula. (1981) — Duncan Shepherd
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