Whether the economy is running like a bull or hibernating like a grizzly, the magic of Oliver Stone’s Wall Street is that its allegorical peek behind the curtain of capitalistic excess always rings true. As greedmonger Gordon Gekko, Michael Douglas oozes repulsive charm, slithering around the New York upper crust, womanizing and barking Machiavellian sound bites into his gigantic phone. His slicked-back coif became cinematic shorthand for sleaze. But in retrospect, no character seems as sinister as the inexplicably appealing Daryl Hannah. With a penchant for outfits that exaggerate her broad shoulders and husky monotone voice, Hannah’s former popularity is as hard to fathom as the era’s ostentatious interior decoration. Stone’s currently working on a Hannah-free sequel that’s bound to have the subtlety of a bulldozer (it’s already got Shia LaBeouf), so best enjoy the original before your memory is forever sullied. THE FILM SHOWS at 7 p.m.

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