More great *REVIEWS* about Robert Pattinson and "Cosmopolis"...

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from NPR

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And it helps that the film contains the festival's Most Unexpected Great Performance from Pattinson. He's appropriately icy and reptilian, but he's not without an odd persuasive charm; when I say that the character functions like Gordon Gekko crossed with a more literal kind of bloodsucker, I mean it as praise.Excerpt 

from the Telegraph  4 out of 5 stars

At its heart is a sensational central performance from Robert Pattinson – yes, that Robert Pattinson – as Packer. Pattinson plays him like a human caldera; stony on the surface, with volcanic chambers of nervous energy and self-loathing churning deep below.
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Cronenberg’s script is often oblique, and the film is talky and evasive – heaven knows what Pattinson’s Twilight fanbase will make of it. But its portrayal of civilisation as an impossibly intricate, crucially flawed equation, about to buckle and snap, is sinuously compelling.
Excerpt from Indiewire/Thompson on Hollywood:

Last night I caught a screening of David Cronenberg's "Cosmopolis." Until then, can you believe I had never actually seen Robert Pattinson in a movie? I was surprised by his performance — cold, unfeeling, sexy, channeling some Travis Bickle in there. The film bristles with energy, ideas and confidence. The final scene, especially, is one of Cronenberg's best to date. This is his best work since "A History of Violence," and even though I'm guilty of unwavering auteur loyalty here — this guy could shit in a paper bag, and I'd be there — this film exceeded my expectations.Excerpt from NYMag/Vulture.

"I'm hungry for something thick and juicy," growls Robert Pattinson at the start of Cosmopolis, and one can imagine Pattinson issuing the same order to his agents after years spent sinking his vampire teeth into wan Twilight flicks. His team earned their keep by landing Pattinson this David Cronenberg–directed movie and a berth at Cannes (where Kristen Stewart's On the Road premiered just a few days before). And yes, he's good in it.

"I'm hungry for something thick and juicy," growls Robert Pattinson at the start of Cosmopolis, and one can imagine Pattinson issuing the same order to his agents after years spent sinking his vampire teeth into wan Twilight flicks. His team earned their keep by landing Pattinson this David Cronenberg–directed movie and a berth at Cannes (where Kristen Stewart's On the Road premiered just a few days before). And yes, he's good in it.
In Cronenberg's adaptation of the Don DeLillo novel, Pattinson plays a boy billionaire who's already peaked (when someone asks his age, he contemptuously spits "28" as thought it were the new 40) and has nowhere to go but down over the course of one very long day. The thing is, Pattinson sort of seems to be enjoying his self-destruction, which comes as his limo is besieged by anti-capitalist protesters and as he consorts with several willing women who give him what may be the last lay of his life ... none of whom include his strategically withholding new bride (Sarah Gadon), whom he married in what was essentially a business merger between two families. When they briefly meet for a meal and Pattinson removes his sunglasses, his wife murmurs, "You never told me you were blue-eyed." Soul mates? Not quite.
Both Pattinson and Zac Efron have come to Cannes with the hopes of shaking up their heartthrob personas, but while Efron goes opaque in the eyes during crucial scenes in The Paperboy, Pattinson is able to convey a whole lot about his Cosmopolischaracter simply with a curdled sneer and a soul-sick gaze.

Excerpt from Toronto Sun.

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Packer, very well played by Pattinson, would have made a good patient for the subjects of Cronenberg’s previous movie, A Dangerous Method. Doctors Freud and Jung would have loved to analyze this road warrior with their “talking cure” methods.
We might quibble with the emphasis Cronenberg places on dialogue, on the staginess of his sets and on the relative lack of action. 

What we can’t argue is that Cosmopolis is the work of a master filmmaker, one who is determined to have us think about the ideas packed into the trunk of this limo bound for the furthest corners of the psyche.

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