The Wheeler Dealers provides the dreariest view of Wall Street since the crash of '29. Billed as satire, it opens bullish, closes bearish, but mostly just bumbles along with a portfolio full of otiose gags about Texas, the sexes (at least three), and stockbrokers—with the brokers depicted as a shifty lot who spend their time peddling worthless securities to unsuspecting clients. The plot has something to do with a young speculator who arrives in Manhattan from Texas, buys the first taxicab he climbs into, snaps up a swank restaurant because his date likes to eat there, impulsively flies to Europe and...
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