Sure to be drowned out by the drum circles at Occupy Wall Street, writer/director J.C. Chandor's lifeless Margin Call depicts roughly 36 hours at an unnamed Manhattan investment firm at the dawn of the 2008 financial freak-out. Chandor's debut feature audaciously asks us to empathize with obscenely overpaid risk analysts and their bosses, a gambit that fails not only because of what's happening in New York, Seattle, and other cities, but also largely because his characters are little more than mouthpieces for blunt speechifying. After the first of many time-lapse shots of the New York skyline, 80 percent of the risk-management team at the anonymous company are axed. One of those let go is Eric (Stanley Tucci); before the elevator doors close, he hands a USB drive to underling Peter (Zachary Quinto). The junior associate takes a look at the files after hours and realizes that the company's assets will soon be worthless. Higher-ups are summoned back to the office, including Sam (Kevin Spacey), who meets at 2 a.m. with his warring superiors. An hour later, Jeremy Irons' reptilian CEO John Tuld arrives by helicopter, demanding that the firm unload its toxic assets—a directive met by Spacey's unconvincingly indignant remark: "You're selling something you know has no value." Margin Call, which premiered at Sundance in January, suffers from a deflated sense of timeliness; its thin origin story about how the economy went to hell—released three years after the fact and against the roar of the real-life "99 percent"—seems like an out-of-touch exercise in hand-wringing.
Quinto's banker realizes the cards are about to collapse.
Opens at Metro, Fri., Oct. 21. Rated R. 105 minutes.