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Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Such a frustrating disappointment

A waste of 90 minutes of my life

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

You might get through Life pretty much Unscathed if You Indulge in One of the Seven Deadly Sins (Lust), but Two (Greed), probably Unsurmountable. Such is the Case with Michael Douglas in this Character Study about a Very Successful Businessman in the Winter of Discontent.He is on His way Down and Out, but the Silky Charm is still there and a Complete Embrace of Self Confidence. In the Film, He never "looks" like He is Suffering much. However, His Life is in total Freefall.It is a One-Note Movie but its Resonance is Profound and the Cast of Aging Stars and some Quality Newcomers aid a rather Thin Script and Story. It is a Quality Film, with Professionalism and a certain Wit without Cynicism. It is not Layered and is right there on Screen for the Viewer to take in and it is a Smooth Operation to say the Least.The Movie Glides along its way Effortlessly and is Charm with a bit of Bite. In Fact, it is so good You may want more of it. But that is not to be. Its like the best cut of Steak possible, but only Served in 4 ounce Proportions. The enjoyment of this will depend on the amount of Self-Reflection You engage, and will undoubtedly appeal to an Older Audience and the Movie and its Cautionary Tale will most probably be Overlooked by those who would benefit the Most. Those Folks, especially Men, who are still Young Enough.

Long, pointless, rambling movie starring a wizened and disturbingly wrinkled Michael Douglas, as a relentless philanderer who decides to pursue and bed countless young women after his doctor tells him there may be something wrong with his heart.  The hours slowly stumble by as we are subjected to unsavoury images of Douglas 'seducing' countless women, in a bid to show off his 'technique' garnered from years of sexual experience.  As expected, his life ends up in tatters when he can't find work, can't pay the rent, is forbidden contact with his grandson, and is turned down by a woman.  Not really sure what one's meant to make of the anticlimactic, obvious, and rather lazy ending other than that maybe he finally realizes the shallowness of his ways.  Frankly I didn't care what happened to him in the end and felt it would have been more exciting if his heart had exploded in glorious Technicolour.

With the considerable build-up for the long-awaited sequel to the mega hit potboiler Wall Street that starred Michael Douglas, fans of the original film, understandably so, flocked to theaters for Wall Street 2,15 years later.But while a large majority of the movie-going public's attention was diverted to the powerful role that garnered him critical praise, and was touted as his return—Douglas' other film; the Indie drama Solitary Man, quietly previewed with less fanfare of course than you'd expect for a hugely anticipated follow-up.Therefore, technically, Douglas' comeback is that of an aging, formerly successful automobile magnate, who at the prospect of possibly facing a serious health condition proceeds to systematically destroy his marriage and professional reputation as his life goes into free fall.In choosing to deal with this probability by not dealing with it at all, subsequently causes Douglas' character to spiral out-of-control into a self-imposed mid-life crisis, where the story picks up. We find him attempting to regain his once high profile, privileged lifestyle in the world of big auto industry wheelers and dealers.As compassionate human beings we like to root for the underdog to rebound when he gets knocked down or tries to regain what he's lost. However, there's little if any sympathy for this solitary man, except when his reckless behavior threatens to jeopardize his relationship with his daughter and grandson. Then we see some hint of penitence.Likewise, a person in peril will nearly always instinctively elicit audience reaction, but Douglas' portrayal of the self-destructive, foul-mouthed figure is so indisputably warped it is virtually impossible to view him sympathetically. Sort of like watching a train wreck in slow motion.The hypothesis isn't focused so much on Douglas' fear of mortality or even having lost his lucrative livelihood, as it is on his visible tendency towards attracting younger women—even in the presence of his daughter and ex-wife (played by Susan Sarandon, who coincidentally is also in Wall Street 2).Yet again, due to his unapologetic attitude for his actions and lack of display of any real desire to redeem himself for the damage he's done to his family and his career, you can't help feeling justified in not investing emotionally in him.

Solitary Man (2009)Michael Douglas is a wonder in this film. You could by a cynic and say that the arrogant, energetic, womanizing, aging man here is just Michael Douglas, and that it's not acting at all.But that's unfair, because he pulls it off with such responsive ease, it's a wonder. Not that he's a likable person. In fact, that's one of the things to get used to, having to watch a lecherous old man push and connive his way into a night with one young woman after another. It's actually the director and writer to blame, here, because this is a tired and abusive theme. As if all these old timers are really so irresistible !? (I'm thinking Clint Eastwood, here, too). Sorry, dudes, but these young women have much better meat to hunker down with. I mean, the real Douglas and the real Eastwood have that star power thing that might be true in real life--I can imagine wanting to say I slept with Michael Douglas the rest of my life, maybe. Maybe. But Michael Douglas plays a big time car salesman here, not himself, and he's already an aging loser by the time the movie begins, convicted of felonies, estranged with most of his family and previous life. That's the essence of the title, that this once connected man with the world before him was increasingly alone. And there seemed to be little he could do about it.As aggravating as all this is--you don't ever feel sorry for him--it's a sharply witty screenplay and the editing is fast, the acting first rate. In fact, it's in many ways a good movie. It's a contrivance, for sure, and pushes too hard, but in the same ways, so did "The Blind Side" with the extraordinary acting of Sandra Bullock. So we have here a worthwhile movie despite all its flaws, some of them pretty obvious. And Danny DeVito is his usual self, well cast (hate to say) as a deli owner.But there is no escaping a larger point or two. First of all, Douglas is a predator who seems to get away with it all, which is sort of okay, but his former wife, played in a brief role by Susan Sarandon, has to take on that most horrible or roles--the ever forgiving wife, waiting for her man despite his really extensive selfishness and downright meanness. And then there is the nearly impossible scenario of the daughter of his current girlfriend suddenly losing all resistance to the man. But I say too much. This daughter, by the way, is played with more artistry than her role probably required by an impressive Imogen Poots. She's worth keeping a watch on.But Michael Douglas is the bread, the butter, and the dessert here. He appears in every scene, and his acting is perfect. And his character does represent a problem for older men (and women) losing some kind of sexual aura (and ability). And so the man copes, in his own excessive way. Brace yourself for the other stuff, and watch him roll.