The Banker, as you’d expect, is an '80s slasher movie about a serial killer murdering prostitutes. Perhaps this is some kind of ultimate overdraft fee, or quite likely, it’s just the most inappropriate movie title that’s ever existed. It’s up to Robert Forster to stop this madman, whose profession may or may not be in a banking adjacent field. When we first meet Robert, he’s passed out, surrounded by beer cans, in his nephew’s treehouse. The killer, who in all likelihood has probably at least set foot in a bank, or at least used one of those cool pneumatic tubes they have at the drive-thru window, is full of rage, has some serious sexual hangups, and a disturbing fascination with Snow White. He’d fit in well on the Internet in early 2025. Rounding out the cast is an intrepid reporter who tires of reporting fluff pieces and decides to meddle with the primal forces of natu