Greed is not all good
AN enigma wrapped in a ridicule- baiting performance by Robert Pattinson, Cosmopolis is bound to peeve more people than it pleases.
Adapted by filmmaker David Cronenberg from the 2003 novel by Don DeLillo, the film has just one objective: to mess with the moral perspective of anyone who simply thinks money is the root of all evil.
The fine art of accumulating and abusing one’s wealth is a complicated business, says Cosmopolis. It’s not all good. But it’s not all bad, either. But it can, and will, do your head in if that is all you think about.
Surprisingly, the sketchy figure at the centre of proceedings here shares a little something in common with a role made popular by Matthew McConaughey last year.
Just like The Lincoln Lawyer, the po- faced poster boy of Cosmopolis – a jaded and emotionally remote young tycoon known only as Packer ( Pattinson, pictured) – conducts all of his business from the back of a limo.
Perpetually prowling the streets of New York for a hot deal, a hot woman or a heated conversation, Packer spends much of the movie indulging in all of the above.
As there ain’t much to call a story going on, the bulk of Cosmopolis can be summarised as follows. The deals are unfathomably complex. The women are fashionably kinky. The conversations are synapse- snapping exercises in tedium.
Not exactly the kind of the stuff that’s going to drag Pattinson’s Twilight posse away from gazing at the poster on their bedroom wall, huh?