Based on the rather impenetrable Don DeLillo novel about a billionaire asset manager’s limo ride across midtown Manhattan to get a haircut (huh?), Cosmopolis stars a debonair-as-fuck Robert Pattinson and the always scrumptious Jay Baruchel, which makes it a must-see for me. It got mostly mixed reviews at Cannes, but even the worst reviews make it seem intriguing.
Variety writes: “An eerily precise match of filmmaker and material, Cosmopolis probes the soullessness of the 1% with the cinematic equivalent of latex gloves… Pattinson’s excellent performance reps an indispensable asset.” Robbie Collin of The Telegraph gave the film four stars out of five, stating, “It’s a smart inversion of [David] Cronenberg’s 1999 film eXistenZ: rather than being umbilically connected to a virtual world, Packer is hermetically sealed off from the real one. At its heart is a sensational central performance from Robert Pattinson – yes, that Robert Pattinson – as Packer. Pattinson plays him like a human caldera; stony on the surface, with volcanic chambers of nervous energy and self-loathing churning deep below.” Owen Gleiberman of Entertainment Weekly stated, “Cosmopolis includes its own version of the Occupy hordes: scruffy, vengeful protesters who run around the streets, and into restaurants, brandishing the bodies of dead rats. … Pattinson, pale and predatory even without his pasty-white vampire makeup, delivers his frigid pensées with rhythmic confidence.”
I think it looks amazing.