Limit Up

Most NOT all but Most so called Good Movies I leave thinking what the hell was that! What did it mean. What were they trying to say. What was the message. I leave most so called Good Movies more confused than words can describe. Granted I am autistic as such lots of what most people do, love and understand including movies usually go right over my head. Hence I am truly blessed when every so often Hollywood let's go of a gem like Limit Up.

This movie is simple with a morality tale of good and evil that is easy to digest and understand. I see so many so called great movies I do not understand for years after I have seen them then suddenly on a long boring trip on the cross town bus I hear fellow passengers talking about the movie describing its meaning in a way I can understand. Once I understand the movie I usually say ewwe, yuck or big deal so what. Must be a normal human thing.

Anyways like I said again this movies plot is not rocket science, its a really cool morality play occurring in the life of a trader on the Chicago Board of Trade commodity futures exchange. She sells her soul to get help being a better trader and is soon tasked to pay up. As the story goes on she learns her lesson. I must admit the very thing most people hated about this story I loved which is it did give me a basic core level understanding of and insight to the world of commodities trading that made me respect the role the Chicago Board of Trade and its activities play in our lives.

Funny thing is I recently visited Chicago and yes because of having seen Limit Up I had to see the Chicago Mercantile Exchange Building which is both huge wide and beautiful. I really enjoyed the movie and worked hard to find it. I finally found Limit Up used on VHS tape at Amazon.com at a cheap price too. You can find almost any movie on Amazon.com in some format. Again this is another case where a movie the Wolf loves the world hates but hey I have long ago accepted that I am a weird ole thing.

Low-budget comedy-fantasy is undemanding, but easy-going and fun. Nancy Allen is appealing as a community trader's assistant who longs to make her own mark in the stock market--and just may, but at the expense of her own soul! Director Richard Martini also co-wrote the screenplay with Lu Anders, and does a nice job at leading us through this very confusing world of high stakes. Still, the movie doesn't juggle its fantastic elements too gracefully with the financial perils happening in the real world and, as a result, it comes off seeming mighty slight. Nevertheless, not too bad. The interesting supporting cast is solid, and leading lady Allen is a charmer. ** from ****

I enjoyed this morality play where an angel plays "devil's advocate" to make the main character realize that some things are more important than getting rich. I'm not sure why but i picture Bette Midler in the lead and Whoppi Goldberg as the Angel.

My review was written in March 1990 after watching the movie on MCEG/Virgin video cassette.

"Limit Up" is a lame fantasy comedy about the Chicago world of commodity trading. It played theatrically in the Windy City last November ahead of its May video debut.

MCEG production poses the uninteresting question: can Nancy Allen corner the world market in soybeans? She's an upwardly mobile runner on the exchange who wants to be a trader but gets a sexist brushoff from her icy boss, Dean Stockwell. Dumb gimmick has Danitra Vance as an agent for the devil offering Allen a Faustian deal to sell her soul for fame and wealth in the commodities biz.

With cheap special effects and predictable plot twists, the film has little to offer in the "Wall Street" genre. Instead of trenchant social criticism, director Richard Martini veers into goody-goody realms (manipulating the price of soybeans to benefit starving Third World countries) that don't ring true.

Casting Ray Charles as God, in the form on Earth of a jazz sax player, does not measure up to George Burns' assignments in the role. Vance is outfitted and instructed to act in obvious imitation of Whoopi Goldberg, to ill effect.

Allen and Stockwell are straitjacketed in stock roles. Co-author Luana Anders, familiar from many acting roles in the '60s, also pops up on screen as an instructor for traders.

I had the relative misfortune of catching this film one day when I was home with the 'flu. It is virtually devoid of any substance, plot-wise. It's not offensive, just a mind numbingly silly film that seems to utilize every trick of the trade from the 'school of bad 1980's movies'. The only highlight (if you could call it that) was a cameo by musician Ray Charles (and one has to wonder what he's doing in a film such as this.) Avoid at all costs, unless, of course, you are a Ray Charles fan or suffer from chronic insomnia. Half a star out of five.