I heart "Wall Street." To disambiguate, Wikipedia-style, I'm not referring to the place, or the stock market with which the street name has become synonymous. I'm talking about the film: 1987, Michael Douglas and Charlie Sheen, an exaggerated testament to the conspicuous consumption and audacious everything-be-damned, whatever-it-takes trading and corporate raiding "ethic" (for lack of a better term) that characterized the '80s.
Of course, I've been greedily awaiting the 20-year-later sequel coming out this week, "Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps." Exit Charlie Sheen, enter Shia LaBeouf -- color me happy.