This film takes us to a time when Wall Street was like the Wild West. Only instead of gunslingers on horseback, there are yachts and naked blonds. And instead of dust, the air is filled with money. Sometimes he can earn $12 million in three minutes flat. He can also waste it as quickly. A marching band regularly defiles naked girls in his office, mountains of cocaine are snorted, dwarf-tossing competitions are held, there are monkeys on roller-skates, and he has sex with his wife on a bed of money. Run out of drugs at a party in London? Wake up the secretary in New York so that she'll send some by private jet. But after each big party there's a corresponding hangover. Especially when his magic with stocks is more than just creative. The FBI now wants some arrests - and much more, they want to punish.
Wed 04.06 | 21:30, Open Air Plac