Friday, June 29, 2012

COSMOPOLIS


Eric Packer, a very young and handsome billionaire insists of having his whole fleet of stretch limos drive him to the other side of Manhattan because he wants to get a haircut at his favorite barbers which is located in the slightly salubrious poor neighborhood that he grew up in.  The trouble is that so many roads are closed as the US President is visiting town, and there is also a famous Rap Singer's funeral, and so traffic crawls along at a snail’s pace and the journey ends up taking the entire day. 

In his car, which is like a mobile office, the journey is constantly punctuated with a series of odd and unconnected incidents. He gives his new wife a lift whilst he tries (unsuccessfully) to persuade her to have sex with him (she claims she is saving her energy for her work), so he picks up a hooker to make out with him instead, and then later persuades one of his female bodyguards to also put out too.  During a business meeting he is simultaneous having a rectal examination by his Doctor as part of his daily physical check up (who informs him that he has an asymmetrical prostate).

The ride takes his Fleet through the angry Occupy Wall Street protesters who attack and deface the limo, and much to the chagrin of his anxious security chief, Packer gets out of the car to be confronted by publicity seeking anarchist who pushes a custard pie in his face in the front of photographers.  The constant threats to Packer that the Security Chief has been filtering through all day, become a reality as Packer finally meets an aggrieved mad and heavily armed ex-employee who is out for some revenge.

This bizarre and somewhat ludicrous movie is the latest work from David Cronenberg the Canadian filmmaker who’s best known for his horrific thrillers.  His work is an acquired taste, and apart from the superb ‘Eastern Promises’ it is not one that I have ever really appreciated.  The movie starts out promisingly enough but develops into something far too surreal that makes it nigh on impossible to get any real sense of what all these incidents add up too, or the subtext of Mr Cronenberg’s script. The menacing threat that runs throughout did get my interest piqued somewhat and although as the movie drew to an end and my boredom/annoyance/confusion had set it, the closing scene did impress me somewhat.

This movie’s redeeming grace is in the caliber of the acting: ’Twilight’s’ Robert Pattinson who plays Packer proves that besides being a very pretty face, he is also a very beguiling and talented actor. (He actually replaced Colin Farrell who (thankfully) had to withdraw to make 'Total Recall') The people who pop in and out of the limo include Juliette Binoche, Samantha Morton, and Sarah Gaddon: the pie is thrown by Mathieu Armalric and the mad would-be-killer is played by Paul Giametti.

You really have to be a fan of either Mr Cronenberg or Mr Pattison to sit through one, and if you can make sense of it all, do please let me know.