Cosmopolis

Crítica de Julio Nakamurakare - Buenos Aires Herald

As the world turns in violence-torn urbania

Starring Robert Pattinson, new Cronenberg outing Cosmopolis takes you on an awesome stretch limo ride

Erick Packer is right: we need a haircut. The traffic uptown may be and indeed is a ride through hell, but we do need a haircut. Period.

And what’s the reason for such a chaotic state of things, if we may
ask? The president’s in town. Which president are we talking about? The question and the answer, depending on the context and timeline
David Cronenberg’s new movie Cosmopolis is watched in, is far
from banal, ironic or downright stupid.

Hardly a day has gone by since Barack Obama’s clear victory in the US presidential elections, flatly defeating Republican hopeful Mitt Romney, and it seems quite right for the release of the new Cronenberg (actually, first shown in May at Cannes).

We need to stay focused, don’t we? So before we move on to a different topic, let’s agree on this simple fact of life: when you need a
Haircut, a haircut you must have regardless of physical obstacles.
Good. Now casually onto a different, seemingly more important
matter: how has the NYSE done today? Have our stocks soared or
plummeted? Have we made huge gains or turned enormous losses?
Not that it matters: money is immaterial, printed bank notes
are bonds to be redeemed some time in the near or distant future,
always at a profit.

Adapted from Don DeLillo’s nouvelle and starring Twilight’s Robbert Pattinson as Erick Packer, an eccentric yuppie billionaire who’s made his fortune as an asset manager, David Cronenberg’s