The Bonfire of the Vanities (1990) review

Much-maligned movie from the early 90's - based on the novel by Tom Wolfe - has Wall St. bond trader Sherman McCoy (Tom Hanks) scoring a huge deal and then to celebrate flies in his mistress Maria (Melanie Griffith), but they get detoured on their way back to Manhattan and wind up in the Bronx where Maria "accidentally" runs over an African-American trying to rob Sherman.  It's cartoonish and filled with terrible performances (Griffith is trying to channel Judy Holliday), seriously questionable direction (De Palma is not the one you go to for pitch black comedies) and the narrative is scrambled, but getting all the negatives out of the way, there's a rather strong (and conservative) statement in there about race, wealth and politics: the Reverend (John Hancock) uses the hit-and-run to demonize the rich (and Caucasians as a whole) while the District Attorney (an uncredited F. Murray Abraham) turns it into a political hot topic (he has aspirations to become the Mayor) to show he doesn't "just" lock up poor minority figures.  It's unfortunate Mr. Wolfe, who passed away in 2018, was unable to witness the murder of George Floyd by Minneapolis police officer Derek Chauvin and see how Floyd became this "saint" and "martyr" ... despite having a mile-long rap sheet.