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Rogue Trader

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Rogue Trader - 1999 | 92mins | Drama | Colour

The Production Team

Director: James Dearden.
Producer: Janette Day, James Dearden, David Frost and Paul Raphael.
Executive Producer: Claire Chapman and Pippa Cross.
Script: James Dearden. (from the autobiography by Nick Leeson)
Cinematography: Jean-François Robin.
Editing: Catherine Creed.
Production Design: Alan MacDonald.
Costume Design: Rachael Fleming.
Sound: Jim Greenhorn.

The Cast

Ewan McGregor - Nick Leeson
Anna Friel - Lisa Leeson
Yves Beneyton - Pierre Beaumarchais
Betsy Brantley - Brenda Granger
Caroline Langrishe - Ash Lewis
Nigel Lindsay - Ron Baker
Tim McInnerny - Tony Hawes

Plot Synopsis

For anyone who was orbiting Mars in 1995, futures trader Nick Leeson achieved instant notoriety when it was announced that he had lost countless millions of his employer's assets on the Far Eastern financial markets. Barings, the City Of London's 200-year-old merchant bank, was completely ruined.

If we are to believe the film's story-line, a combination of eagerness to please, monstrous ambition, and a gambler's trust in lady luck lead the Watford barrow-boy to fabricate 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.
Trevor Lewis