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Cosmopolis

Cosmopolis

Date 07 Sep 2012-28 Oct 2012

Opens 7 Sep 2012

Director David Cronenberg

Cast Robert Pattinson, Samantha Morton, Juliette Binoche, Paul Giamatti, Jay Baruchel

David Cronenberg’s Cosmopolis is a weird, heady and entrancing portrait of individual alienation in a super-rich, corporate world where money, sex, love, happiness and death are rapidly losing all meaning. It’s based on a 2003 novel by Don DeLillo, and while it offers some superficial relevance to the current financial crisis, this is not in any way a realist work. It’s a psychosexual, more interior companion piece to films like Inside Job and Margin Call.

Cosmopolis gives us a young man riding through Manhattan in a limo on a day that feels more and more like his own self-made apocalypse. He’s a super-rich New Yorker, Eric Packer (Robert Pattinson), a 28-year-old billionaire captain of the money markets. He insists on travelling across town for a haircut, even though his driver warns him that a presidential visit is causing traffic gridlock.

Packer’s world is confined to this luxury vehicle and it’s here that he’s joined first by a 22-year-old whizz kid and then two women, one played by Juliette Binoche, the other by Samantha Morton. Outside, Packer encounters a protester (Mathieu Amalric) who is determined to shove a cream pie in his face, his soon-to-be-ex wife (Sarah Gadon) and a man with a serious vendetta against him (Paul Giamatti).

Cosmopolis is an odyssey defined by a series of one-on-one encounters. There are prostate examinations, stripped bodies and souped-up chats on subjects such as the philosophies of financial security systems. Much of the talk makes no obvious sense: Cosmopolis has the air of an experimental theatre piece. You could say it tries to turn the mind of Packer inside-out: to make the psychological real.

That’s tougher on film, surely, than in print, and Cosmopolis is at its best when it’s otherworldly and aching with artifice. It’s at its worst when it becomes weighed down by an excessive, wearying wordiness, or when it steps out of the limo – the film’s self-imposed arena of surreality – and into a place more like the real world.

Cosmopolis threatens to soar and to be important, but it only offers flashes of lucidity. That said, there’s a consistent air of charged, end-of-days menace running through the film, which Cronenberg handles with an unbroken sense of precision and confidence. He’s well served, too, by a leering, disintegrating Pattinson, giving a commanding, sympathetic portrait of a man being consumed by his own vanity and power.


Read Time Out's interview with David Cronenberg

Words by Dave Calhoun
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