In what amounts to a bold faced lie, Rogue Trader cleverly crafts a narrative of the actual, factual, destruction of eons-old gentlemanly banking in the desire for smooth winnings in the emerging markets of Asia-Pacifica, where opportunity is favored by he who is willing to peradventure the growth of prestige of success in English Finance on the other side of the world.

Yes; opportunity has fancied a spark of the light of possibility to the young Englishmen before! That sojourning, once for spice and tea; now for money economy! In the utter bizareness of the rationale of humans capable of not contending for textile work, onto the future forward possibility to swimming upstream towards the venerable halls of quiet pacing of money, and not what the firm ultimately realizes towards its gentlemanly collapse: the haste of waste.

And that is in the desires of six-figure per annum bonuses – on par with annuities equivalent equity incomes in excess of several million pounds in sums – through the stochastic processing of real-time participants of trading intangible rights of possessions of paper currencies for the very sake of moving money towards returning a net profit to the principled owners the Bank is a fiduciary towards – not losing the money, of course. 

And how can money be lost? With such an abstraction from directing money onto milking more cows; but onto the transition of the division of labor furthering the efficiencies of gaining for its sake; there are slippages.

The utter reality of the quantitative balancing of wins and loses, totaled as earnings or not, is evidential when the main character needs to hide a loss or else face extinction. 

And how can someone return to such a scene ever again and be trusted?

The film portrays the protagonist as capable of covering losses by actually winning. When the history is quite the opposite. The real life [insert name] was covering more and more losing bets, with the rights of possessions of others; and falsely reported the numbers because he could not be honest with himself; in a role where he was the sole authority in approving of trading decisions in a far away land…where management was inconsiderate of the masses sums of money he was requesting to be transferred to continue to win his abstract profits…until Nature rudely intrudes into the fantasy.

The bank was obliged to pay in excess of 1 billion pounds – on par with almost £2.5 Billion Pounds in today’s money…because it failed to catch the perpetrator continuing to live a lie. 

It is exactly in this monumental sum which is paltry compared to the dashed around numbers of hundreds of billions of purchasing power fictitiously created as an effect of protecting faulty bankers in the United States of America which alters the course of historical events…

Which provides this sound wisdom in who is permitted to trade other people’s rights to food and shelter.

The film does not emphasize – or yet, it does appreciate the freedom of opportunity independent of school ties; yet it does not highlight cinematically the significance of the banking arm being aristocratic in its intentions; which is not to be hasty with growing profits of money.

Grade: B-