Though billing itself as an apocalyptic vision of the future resulting from capitalist greed, David Cronenberg’s Cosmopolis is a vanity project for him and Twilight star Robert Pattinson that degrades the director’s brand and contributes diddly-squat to the ongoing conversation about the battle between the elites of Wall Street and the hoi polloi of Main Street.
The film is recklessly bad. The writing is as vapid as the characters, and the slightly futuristic setting – more than two-thirds of the film takes place inside the cork-lined state-of-the-art limousine that transports the main character, 20-something Eric Packer – is not utilized for any purpose other than to alienate us even further. In the process, the film’s potential relevance to our world is completely disregarded.
Whatever possessed Cronenberg to make this film? And to make it in this way? There are so many problems – seemingly a result of total ineptitude, despite the filmmaker’s résumé, which should refute such a claim – that it is difficult to know where to begin.
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(Cosmopolis star Robert Pattinson and director David Cronenberg at a Q&A session at the Curzon Mayfair in London, photo by Eleanor Ford/flickr.com)