Big Short is a piece of shit about how plucky rich wunderkinds made a killing while the rest of the country burned to the ground. It cemented the idea that 'nobody knew' and that the underdog is always worth rooting for.
Margin Call is a movie about Goldman Sachs in which the cockeyed bullshit equation they invented drunk on margaritas at a corporate retreat in Mexico went from "safe money on a high yield asset" went from "dangerous money on a low-yield asset" through the simple act of selling too fucking many of them.
I finished a movie once and our press screening was delayed 30 minutes by the press screening of Margin Call. I was annoyed until I got around to watching it. It's damn near perfect, and probably the only movie whose existence was entirely reliant on Zachary Quinto.
Watched Margin Call for the first time only a few months ago (it was on Netflix down here) and I've been thinking about it regularly ever since. Exceptional film. Exceptional script. Exceptional acting. Reminds of Glengarry Glen Ross, but I need to think about why. Maybe it's the Mamet vibe. Lately I've been thinking about the meaning of the dog burial scene at the end.