Empire July 1999 - "Rogue Trader" Review
If we are to believe the film's storyline, a combination of eagerness to please, monstrous ambition, and a gambler's trust in Lady Luck lead the Watford barrow-boy to bullshit and bamboozle massive figures out of the stuffed shirts at the top, incurring huge losses yet still managing to appear - on paper, anyway - like the bank's money-spinning golden boy.
It is a credit to McGregor's dynamic and infectious central performance that his powers of persuasion and deception are equally convincing to the audience. The pairing with Friel as Leeson's wife Lisa makes a hesitant Start, but their wide-eyed, cheesy-grinned rapport has an undeniable ring of truth.
Unfortunately, the film itself is perilously slow, caught between a necessity to explain the complexities of the futures markets and the need to add momentum, suspense and excitement to a story whose outcome is already foretold and whose subject matter is more suited to a TV mini-series. Indeed, it would be fair to say that the first third, airless and starved of atmosphere, feels like being trapped in a lift with just a copy of the Financial Times for company. As the action evolves, you get a nice sense of time running out the incessantly ringing phones going unanswered, the figures running up and the walls coming down but all too late in the day.
Rating: 3 stars (out of 5)