Featured REVIEW: Larry Richman, @Larry411 Thoughts on ‘Cosmopolis’
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As it is my policy to keep my reviews spoiler-free, especially with a film like this which is so dependent on suspension of disbelief and delightfully unexpected turns, it’s necessary for me to be a bit circumspect in my synopsis. Viewers who wish to know more about the plot can certainly find that information elsewhere.
Robert Pattinson portrays Eric Packer, 28, a ridiculously wealthy entrepreneur and modern-day Andrew Carnegie who trades in ideas instead of steel. Like many contemporary hedge fund managers, day traders, and consumers who constantly check the value of the dollar on their cellphones, his income comes from speculation — not much different than betting on which horse will come in first at Churchill Downs. Packer’s current obsession is the Chinese Yuan, the unit of currency expected to dominate world markets in the near future (it was changed from the Japanese Yen in DeLillo’s book — some creative license on Cronenberg’s part).Cosmopolis opens with him instructing bodyguard Torval (Kevin Durand) to usher him across town (New York, but it could be any metropolis) to get a haircut. With most scenes based on visitors entering the vehicle, it’s an inside-out take on the classic road movie that takes place in one 24-hour period.
Frustrated at his inability to get a handle on the Yuan’s odd elusive values, Packer brings in a succession of his firm’s top experts to advise him. His “office” is a white stretch limo, no different on the outside from the hundreds which roam the streets of New York, but quite unique for those lucky few invited to step inside where the enigmatic multi-millionaire holds court from his leather throne. On occasion, he steps out of his domain for some possible dalliances with Elise Shifrin (Sarah Gadon), his wife of 22 days. There’s much more here than meets the eye, though, and that cuts to the heart of what Cosmopolis is trying to say. The narrative appears to wander at the outset but crystallizes with chilling clarity. Its level of comprehension is directly proportional to the degree of openness with which the viewer approaches the material.
Despite the apparent gravitas of the story, Cosmopolis is a dark comedy. This may surprise some, in that, “Am I supposed to be laughing here?” sort of way. The veiled wit and literate sarcasm is apparent right from the start. Gallows humor pops out even at the most awkward moments. This follows seamlessly from DeLillo’s book to Cronenberg’s adaptation to the actors’ insightful interpretations of the material. They “got it.” Hopefully viewers will, as well.
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I generally do not reference other titles in my reviews, especially previous works of the filmmakers or cast, as it assumes the readers have seen them (not to mention it smacks of self-indulgence on the part of the writer). But it’s unlikely viewers will be unaware of the star’s longtime role as vampire Edward Cullen in The Twilight Saga’s five films. Comparisons will inevitably be made and some may go into Cosmopolis with preconceived notions about Pattinson’s talents (one way or the other). My recommendation is the same as for any movie. As difficult as it is, try to be objective. Wipe the slate clean. Give the filmmakers and cast a fair shot by setting aside expectations. You owe them that much. For those who do, and for those who don’t need to, you just may have a provocative experience that is all-too-rare in modern cinema. The deeper mysteriously metaphorical meanings of this movie are elusive yet undeniable. Cosmopolis is a film that has so much to say, on so many levels, that you’ll find yourself rewriting the story in your head long after the end credits have rolled. And that’s what art is all about.