Margin Call, J.C. Chandor (2011)

Wow, this got so many raves, and it's such a dog. I use the term advisedly, to ruthlessly mock the writers of this film for trying to pass off a cancerous chocolate lab as a metaphor for the American economy.

The script is relentlessly pedantic, all the performances seem drowned in valium, the pace -- ironically, since this is supposed to be about spectacularly dramatic events -- is grindingly glacial. I apologize for the adverbs.