Cosmopolis

COSMOPOLIS follows ultra-rich global financier, Eric Packer (Robert Pattinson) as he tries to get to the barber shop. Riding slowly in a stretch limousine with an interior not unlike the Starship Enterprise, Packer encounters several of his business associates and acquaintances.

Not much takes place, other than brief sexual encounters, a riot, a prostate exam (!!), a senseless murder, half a haircut, an attempted assassination, and a .38 caliber hand-piercing.

No, the power of COSMOPOLIS lies not in action, but in words. The dialogue consists of various philosophical conversations concerning life, death, commerce, technology, and other subjects.

Packer is a vastly empty man. He has reached a point in his "life" where absolutely nothing matters. To call him "bored" would be like calling the sun "warm". Packer has no real reason to go or to be anywhere. His mammoth wealth is worthless to him. His property, like his position, is without value.

Packer is a demigod who has attained so much that he has nothing left to do, say, or even think. He's a well-dressed, well-versed corpse. What happens when a man reaches such a level of "success"? At twenty eight years old, Packer has seen and done it all, using up the whole earth in his pursuits. Where else can he go?

One of the most fascinating films of Director David Cronenberg's career...