Ultimately plodding and resolutely old-fashioned, a corporate thriller for folks too square to indulge the possible existence of hungers so strong they must be satisfied at any cost. It's lensed with a tiresome gloss meant to mimic the seduction of the Asian metropolitan high life and filled with clumsily didactic talking points and inadequate performances. Filled with enough clichés (finance culture seems to have the same frat-boy DNA the world over, bro) to be broken up and sold in pieces as junk material. It's very dry as new bank notes and doggedly uncinematic, Simon Yin's "$upercapitalist" approaches the seamy side of international finance with a story as stale as the subprime meltdown.
Review of Supercapitalist
