
David Cronenberg’s adaptation of Don DeLillo’s Cosmopolis plays less like a dramatic thriller and more like a 108-minute long panel lecture on the decline of Western capitalism. Led by Robert Pattinson’s stoic evocation of a post-Botox James Dean, the film offers a cold, calculated reflection of the cold and calculating. Unfortunately, much like the subject, I found the film frigid and uninviting–too, too solid. Continue reading


(I’m pretty sure side effects include: permanent 5 o’clock shadow, perfect hair, and Spike Lee Joints). Also, 
