- Charlotte Tsang
Favoral receive a few of their friends:M. and Mme. Desclavettes, retired dealers in bronzes, Rue Turenne; M. Chapelain, the old lawyer from the Rue St. Antoine, whose daughter is Mlle.Wall Street is a very serious film.“Read, madame, if you please.”Kate finds him intriguing on first sight, but she wants to defeat him in the struggle for the company, and so Norman Jewison’s “Other People’s Money” turns into a wrestling match between lust and greed.But what mattered now to his young wife the ill-humor which he no longer took the trouble to conceal?The boy is twenty-five, quite good looking, and has a very stylish mistress:I have seen her. . . .There existed a soul within which she reigned supreme.What troubles would not a smile of her son have made her forget?But here he stopped short, and pointing towards the street:The company’s president, an old-fashioned stalwart named Jorgy and played by Gregory Peck, wants to continue making wire and cable.And now he saw his household disturbed, the hours of his meals altered, his own importance reduced, his authority even ignored.What an existence!“Ah, sir!” exclaimed Mme. Favoral, “if any thing could relieve my feelings, the enormity of that sum would.My husband was a man of simple and modest tastes.”“Embezzlement, sir.”Annoyed at the sardonic tone of the commissary:I forgot that a mother has sacred duties towards her children.”
He had scarcely any means outside his profession.We see some thing of Kate’s life - the high-powered law firm, the chic fashions, the handsome but empty guys who take her to the opera.From the moment she walks into his office, determined to defeat him and save the company, he knows he is in love.If he is still capable of some emotion, he is a good man.And then, “Do you know M. Vincent Favoral?” he would ask.At six he dines; at seven he goes to play a game of dominoes at the Café Turc; at ten he comes home and goes to bed; and, at the first stroke of eleven at the Church of St. Louis, out goes his candle.”But watch the movie in the post #metoo era and it’s a different matter.“Then let some one go for a locksmith.”Stronger than fear, curiosity had drawn all the guests of the cashier of the Mutual Credit Society, M. Desormeaux, M. Chapelain, M. Desclavettes himself; and, standing within the door-frame, they followed eagerly every motion of the commissary, who, pending the arrival of the locksmith, was making a flying examination of the bundles of papers left exposed upon the desk.In provincial cities, where everybody knows everybody else, such infamies are almost impossible.
If he had married, ‘twas because he thought a wife a necessary adjunct, because he desired a home wherein to command, because, above all, he had been seduced by the dowry of twenty thousand francs.“It is not for myself that I weep,” she went on.“I! what had I still to wait or hope for in life?Whilst you, Maxence, you, my poor Gilberte!—If, at least, I could feel myself free from blame!But no.“It is a waste of time to look for any thing here,” he growled.And without a shadow of hesitation, for it seems to be the privilege of police-agents to be at home everywhere, he crossed the parlor, and reached Mlle. Gilberte’s room just as she was withdrawing from the window.Larry “The Liquidator” would undoubtedly agree with Gekko’s signature line: “Greed is good.” Throughout the 1980s (and beyond), Wall Street was a cesspool of corruption.The dupes who are sometimes caught in clandestine “hells” have the same humiliated attitudes.It takes more ceremony to get a word from his throat than a dollar from his pocket.‘Yes,’ ‘no,’ ‘good-morning,’ ‘good-evening;’ that’s about the extent of his conversation.“Are we not with you still, mother?” they kept repeating.Perhaps she would have succumbed, when she discovered that she was about to become a mother.