David Cronenberg's latest moving art piece was nothing short of intriguing if not entirely baffling. Did I like it, yes, will you....
I would be adverse to pinning this movie down to any sort of genre or stereotype but to quickly sum it up I would say it's a grievous, cynical, social satire inspired by the contemporary titular novel penned by Don DeLillo. Each scene comes to us in a series of nearly strict vignettes. It's a film of many tales, some of them important, some of them not, I suspect. Cronenberg bounces around from pseudo, atypical contemporary marriage woes to farcical economic depictions to the deep metaphysical nature of life and death. Yet, most of the dialogue is absurdly cryptic and thus you will have to dig very deep to find the subtext; not for all the scenes but many. Wtf will be an apt response that enters your mind often enough.
If you took a few of the sequences out of the film and told me that a college film student shot some of the scenes, I would believe you. Some of them almost seem poorly acted... but this is Cronenberg and typical of his style. Not for everyone. I find his films bizarre, violent and completely unique in the filmic landscape. Cosmopolis is no different. The cinematography is, as always, stunningly sublime and the last sequence is a particularly fitting example of this. You will witness an eye gouging, giant rats on the streets of a dystopian New York, wacky mystic diviners, in your face nudity and intensely long interior limousine shots. In a word - disturbing.
Recommended Viewing: Videodrome - Crash - A History Of Violence
Bob Scale: The Critic: 7.5 - The Fan: 7.5
MetaCritic: 59
Rotten Tomatoes: 64
IMDB: 6.1
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