The Big Short an unpretentious portrayal of the financial crisis

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

Director: Adam McKay
Writers: Charles Randolph, Adam McKay
Starring: Christian Bale, Steve Carell, Ryan Gosling

Now that we’ve gained enough distance from the financial crisis, we’re sure to see more films like The Big Short. In the years since, films about the financial crisis have mostly been limited to documentaries with the topic occasionally coming up in character backstories or in very earnest, matter of fact dramatizations like the 2011 film Margin Call. The Big Short is definitely not a film that takes itself too seriously. It’s a lively film that has a noticeably fun time indicting the behaviour that led to the 2008 collapse.

The Big Short starts a couple years before the key event. It’s the mid-2000s and everybody in the financial industry – from investment bankers to mortgage brokers – is living large. Shady investment practices are legitimized by the widely-held belief that anything backed by mortgages is solid because “who doesn’t pay their mortgage?” One hedge fund manager, Dr. Michael Burry, begins to look into the individual mortgages that make up the mortgage-backed securities, which not many have bothered doing, and notices that they are not as reliable as they’ve been described. So Burry predicts that this credit bubble, which everyone doesn’t want to acknowledge, will burst in 2007 and begins approaching big banks to buy insurance against mortgage-backed securities. Of course, the banks are only too happy to provide this because they can make big bucks off the premiums Burry must pay while they sit pretty in their belief that nothing will ever happen to the housing market. Other players, including the crusading Mark Baum (Steve Carell) and his hedge fund, and two savvy young investors, Charlie Geller and Jamie Shipley, catch wind of Burry’s actions and begin to do the same. Essentially, as one character puts it, they are betting against the U.S. economy.

Ryan Gosling is an engaging narrator as Jared Vennett. From the jump, he informs the audience that he isn’t the hero of the story, but you develop a respect for his ability to not let his self-interest cloud his ability to see the truth. While everyone dismisses Burry as a lunatic creating big paydays for Wall Street, Vennett is eager to see what’s up. Carell is an audience favourite as the designated bullshit sniffer and caller. One of the standout performances is by Jeremy Strong as Vinnie Daniel, a member of Carell’s hedge fund team. He is refreshing to watch as the brash New Yorker who hasn’t allowed his fancy job to turn him into a brown noser or a liar. But the – dare I say Oscar? – biggest props must go to Christian Bale in his role as Michael Burry. His portrayal of Burry’s awkwardness is generous without being glamorous. You root for Burry throughout the movie, but that’s because we already know he’s the hero of the story. If you’d just met him you may have possibly been one of the many people who dismissed Burry, or in the cases of some of the characters in the movie, laughed while taking his money. But we also grow to like him due to his honest and – despite his self-described social awkwardness – self-assuredness.

The Big Short is a spirited and self-aware depiction of the financial crisis. Its portrayal of the colourful characters and outcasts who challenged the status quo by asking questions and refusing to place their trust in authority figures position them as ready made heroes. Their commitment to their work (in Burry’s case), the truth (in Baum’s case) and their future (in the case of Jamie and Charlie) is a source of mild frustration to their families and derision by their colleagues.

It’s also a self-reflective film. Wall Street made much of what they were doing sound incredibly complex leaving the average person eager to leave it to the guys in suits, and the guys in suits to trust what they’ve been told. Past movies that handle the financial industry often fall into the trap of using this same jargon, leaving the audience unable to follow along with the technical details and just satisfy themselves with the obvious drama. Through The Big Short, characters break the fourth wall to explain different concepts. Actors and entertainers make cameo appearances to explain certain concepts, hence why Margot Robbie shows up in a bubble bath to explain mortgage-backed securities and subprime mortgages. And it’s a great way to remind the audience that The Big Short knows what it’s doing. For instance, as the events of the film move from 2005 up to the financial crisis, the story is punctuated by pop culture references in the form of clips from The Hills to music videos, as a way to remind us of all the things we were distracting ourselves with while all of this was happening. By including those cameos, the movie recognizes the irony in using itself, a form of media, to tell people to stop being so damn distracted by media.

But beyond hilarious clips of Lauren Conrad on The Hills, The Big Short does something even more remarkable. It reprimands us as individuals – not simply for our distraction but for our own actions that contributed to the culture of self-interest and dishonesty that led to the crash. Throughout the film, we’re introduced to different characters that work in important institutions, albeit in the middle ranks. A woman at the ratings agency that isn’t responsibly evaluating the securities outright says that her hands are tied because she has a boss to answer to and anyway, the banks will just walk on over to the competition. We all use that justification in our everyday lives, so at what point do we stop? Naturally, if you’re using the go along to get along mentality to get ahead once you get to the top it’s most likely you’ll continue compromising your integrity because you’ve convinced yourself that’s the way things are. While the movie does not place the blame on average people – it’s clear in its criticism of the financial industry – it doesn’t allow the audience to consider itself victims.

We learn that Burry goes on to focus his investment interests on one resource: water. Who hasn’t heard the saying, “Today’s wars were fought over oil. Tomorrow’s wars will be fought over water.” After spending two hours wondering why on earth no one will listen to this Burry guy, we go off to dinner unconcerned about the future he’s currently thinking about. Perhaps the most disturbing takeaway from this movie isn’t how little we knew, but what little action we’re willing to take even once we do know.

Good food and even better people at Scaddabush

I’ve had plenty of foods with artichokes in them, but I’ve never actually met an artichoke. You know what I mean? I wish I could say there were more sophisticated thoughts going through my mind while eating the spinach and artichoke dip at Scaddabush, but that was about it. Well that and “damn, this is some good dip…”

Located at Yonge and Gerrard, Scaddabush is a rustic and cozy restaurant with an unpretentious take on Italian cuisine. But unpretentious doesn’t mean unprofessional. Each time I’ve gone to Scaddabush the service has been unbelievable thanks to servers who manage to take care of you and keep tabs on you without hovering. The food takes a bit longer than expected to come out, but the wait is easily forgiven once you take a bite of your meal. The ingredients are fresh and there are rarely issues with your order.

When you first take a seat, the ambiance is misleading in its seeming impracticality. The restaurant is quite dark, with a few overhead lights and a candle per table for lighting; at first it’s almost tempting to turn on your cell phone’s flashlight to read the menu. But you quickly adjust and realize that the owners know what they’re doing – it works. I’m curious though about whether the many mirrors hanging on the exposed brick walls are a mixture of interior design and inside joke considering it’s almost impossible to actually check your reflection in the dimly lit restaurant.

For first time visitors, the fresh mozzarella is a must. The Naked, which comes with extra virgin olive oil, focaccia crostini, and a dollop of tomato jam, is a great appetizer to share as a starter, but it will definitely go quickly. Keeping in line with the restaurant’s rustic, but controlled decor, the components are neatly presented right on a wood cheese board, and the first sight of it will instantly perk your table up. Made fresh in-house each day, the mozzarella is creamy, supple, and – forgive the cliché – will quite literally melt in your mouth. An alternative appetizer is the spinach and artichoke dip I mentioned earlier served with unlimited crostini. It’s a tasty version of the easy potluck dish, but it is heavy and if you are someone who gets full easily not a good idea if you’re planning to order an entrée.

When it comes to the entrées, do not shy away from the sandwiches and pizzas. People are often hesitant to order these items because it feels like a cop out. Why order something you can get in a fast food restaurant? This is definitely not a fast food restaurant, and Scaddabush’s pizzas and sandwiches are certainly worth a try. The Diavolo, a spicy chicken pizza served with caramelized onions, grape tomatoes, and a variety of cheeses, is a highly recommended choice and nicely presented on its cutting board. The pizza scissors mean you’ll have to get your hands a little extra dirty, but that way you can say you played a part in preparing your food. For vegetarians, the grilled vegetable sandwich served on focaccia is jam packed with goodies and seasoned with an olive tapenade. I’m of the opinion that the vegetarian options are the best-kept secret of a lot of restaurants, since the lack of meat leaves the dishes with so much more to prove. While I did not try the pasta – seems a bit remiss considering Scaddabush is an Italian restaurant – I have it on good authority that the pesto pollo is “lit”.

While a reservation is always the classy way to go – don’t be the party of sixteen that shows up unexpectedly on a busy night – for a small party, it isn’t really necessary. I’ve always been able to get a table even on a Friday or Saturday evening and have yet to wait.

I cannot end this review without shouting out a very important person from my last visit. This past weekend, I uncharacteristically forgot my phone (and all my ID, debit, and credit cards in the case) on the table. Someone that I am assuming is the bus boy ran outside and down the street to call us down and return the phone. He was not our server, and we didn’t interact with him once that night, so the fact that he could identify us was remarkable on its own. He could have easily got away with leaving it at the bar and hoping we return but instead chased us down and started running back before I could finish thanking him.

“What’s your name?” I shouted down the street.

“Nathan!” he called back.

Now I understand that moment in superhero movies where the rescued person demands to know the name of their hero. I’m a little worried I’m calling him by the wrong name and that his name is actually David, but my friend assures me he said Nathan. So to Nathan at Scaddabush on Yonge and Gerrard, thank you for saving me from an incredibly crappy and stressful night. You the real MVP, babe.

Featured image from Scaddabush