Cosmopolis

I love this movie. Robert P. is great with all the society craziness going on all around him.

Wat een saaie film .wat te doen tijdens de film ? B film

I was curious about this film as Delillo was a popular author. I could not get into the movie at all. I struggled through, hoping I would find something redeemable. By the end all I could think of was watching poop go down the toilet drain in slow motion. Sorry.

It's definitely surreal, for better or for worse, but you know right away that it's a Cronenberg film—albeit the strangest work Cronenberg's done, and that's saying something!

Cronenberg is back to his obscure, out there ways but with this movie we just get a dull and exhaustive mess.

Steeped in symbolism and metaphor, this is a film that likely requires multiple viewings to truly understand its complexity. The pacing is solid and the progression works well for a film mostly set inside the back of a limo. I would definitely watch this again.

Credit to David Cronenberg for attempting to adapt Don DeLillo's seemingly unadaptable novel Cosmopolis for the big screen. The story is simple enough – young billionaire Eric Packer (Robert Pattinson) travels across Manhattan in the back of a limousine in search of a haircut, encountering social unrest and engaging in meetings with those who impact his life along the way. Over the course of his journey, he is able to justify his capitalist ideals by applying principles of philosophy and art to the free enterprise system. It is well-executed by Cronenberg, Pattinson does a respectable job as the stone-faced narcissist, and Paul Giamatti is brilliant in the final scene as the man intent on killing Packer, but there are times when the dialogue becomes overbearing and more than a little pretentious, never a good thing in a visual medium.

Extremely talky and heady indie film that becomes quite boring in the second half.

A great movie for the first two-thirds, it loses momentum and interest once the protagonist starts making illogical choices.

Every now and then a good director makes a film so intensely boring, stupid, and masturbatory I can never watch another film by them ever again. The risk of wasting precious moments of life is just too high and the alternative entertainments are just too numerous. It's the Oliver Stone / "Any Given Sunday" Syndrome. Cronenberg is that director and Cosmopolis is that movie in this case. Every single minute of it – every one – is aggressively turgid. Not only will I never risk watching another Cronenberg film, I wish I could travel back in time to unwatch every Cronenberg film I've watched in the past. This dreck is that brutally, soul-crushingly, dull, petty, vapid and irrelevant.