David Cronenberg (the genius who gave us 1988’s Dead Ringers) brings us Cosmopolis, a novel-based film which takes place in a future earth society where the currency in demand is rats and a wealthy 28-year-old economic powerhouse “Eric Packer” (Robert Pattinson) is a hated figure of privilege in the eyes of the populace, but one who struggles to find meaning within himself on the way to get across Manhattan for a haircut.

When its characters are not eating, drinking, having sex and/or commenting on each other’s scents, sharing figures, getting hair cuts, introspecting, tasing each other, or shooting at each other, they’re trying to get into each other’s heads in a way that is so skewed and nebulous that just by listening to the dialog, you knew Cronenberg had to have a hand in this.
While we want to say how pitiful it is that so much work went into this monstrosity, we have to take a moment to ask: Are we all just too dense to get it? Who’s to say? We’ll never know. But what we do know is that the delirium created from the viewing experience makes the film both semi-nauseating and memorable in a most incredible Cronenberg-ian way.

With serious commentary on the economy and capitalism, but in a story that cherishes its departures from reality, there won’t be many who will relate to this film, as it can neither succeed, nor fail in its present form.
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