Nearly all of the characters in writer-director Ben Younger's accomplished debut are testosterone-pumped males ruled by the almighty dollar. They're twentysomething up-and-comers at a Long Island brokerage firm who view one another as frat brothers and the stock market as a contact sport.
These anti-heroes act their age, spending bucks on Ferraris, entertainment centers and unfurnished mansions. They can recite every line of "Wall Street" by heart and are thoroughly familiar with the code of
