Looks like this is going to be a good movie.
He’s also a narcissistic, would-be dynasty-builder who thinks he can ignore his offspring, then welcome them into the fold when they’re old enough to hold down jobs. Plummer captures the untrammeled adolescent glee and hint of transcendence in Getty’s financial and personal obsessions. In an odd, fleeting lyric passage, he talks about losing himself in an abstract expanse of numbers the way Edmund in Long Day’s Journey Into Night feels he dissolved into the sea. Getty’s hateful folly is that he commits to winning a high-stakes chess game with Gail rather than securing the safety of his grandson.
Needull in a haystack 