from Law Society Journal
Cronenberg not only directed but wrote the screenplay for Cosmopolis, adapting Don DeLillo’s 2003 book of the same name. Cronenberg has been busy lately. A Dangerous Method, about the relationship between Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud, has only just left our cinemas.
DeLillo’s book also divided readers and critics. One critic found it “eerily brilliant”, others considered it a victory of style over substance. The same argument is likely over the film, but I’m on the side of eerie brilliance.
Cronenberg took only six days to adapt the screenplay from the novel, because he found the novel’s dialogue so marvelous. He said he “started typing down all the dialogue from the book on my computer without changing or adding anything. It took me three days. When I was done, I wondered, ‘Is there enough material for a film? I think so’.”
As a result, the dialogue is very literary, not naturalistic. But it is entrancing: more akin to poetry than prose.
It helps that Cronenberg has assembled a fascinating cast to speak this poetic dialogue. First, he recruited teen heartthrob Robert Pattinson, famous for playing a vampire in the Twilightseries of films (one every year since 2008, with one more due in 2012). Pattinson plays the lead, 28-year-old billionaire asset manager Eric Packer, who rides across New York in a limo over the course of one day in order to get his hair cut. Pattinson acquits himself very well, handling the arch dialogue with wit and precision.
A passing parade of actors encounters Packer one by one, mostly in the limo but occasionally outside. Among others, there’s his head of security (Kevin Durand), chief of technology (a twitchy Jay Baruchel), a former lover and current art adviser (Juliet Binoche), chief of theory (Samantha Morton, who has the most abstract dialogue to spout), and his obscenely wealthy wife (Sarah Gadon). Packer’s doctor even conducts daily health checks in the limo, examining his prostate while Packer simultaneously discusses the economy of China and flirts with his chief of finance (Emily Hampshire).
As Packer moves slowly across a gridlocked city (the US President is in town), his currency analyst warns him he’s over-exposed to the Chinese yuan. In the book, nine years old now, it was the yen (how global finance has changed since 2003). His chief of security warns him of a credible threat of assassination (of Packer, not the President), and protestors crowd the streets, daubing the limo with paint. Will Packer’s impassive facade crack under such pressure?
The answer comes in the lead-up to his tense confrontation with Paul Giamatti, playing a disgruntled former employee. It’s another brilliant performance from Giamatti, whose search for life’s meaning is the antithesis of Packer’s ruthless detachment.
There are no answers to the global financial crisis here. That’s not so surprising given the book predated the GFC by some years. But that’s also what’s so astonishing. The book has anticipated so much of what transpired in those intervening years – even down to Rupert Murdoch’s pie in the face! And Cronenberg has managed to transform this difficult, wordy, prescient book into a vehicle as sleek and polished as a limousine.”
source: Law Society Journal via Robert Pattinson Australia