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- Part 1 - "Robert Pattinson giving a commanding, sympathetic portrait!"
- Part 2 - "Sensational central performance from Robert Pattinson"
- Part 3 - Robert Pattinson is "excellent in a difficult role"
- Part 4: Robert Pattinson's performance is "incredible", "riveting",...
- Part 5: "Robert Pattinson is quite astonishing in the role as Packer"
- Part 6: Robert Pattinson gives "a frightening performance in the be...
- Spoiler Post #1
- Spoiler Post #2 + Tink's Review from the Toronto Premiere Viewing
- Spoiler Post #3 + Kate's Review from the Irish Press Screening
Excerpt from Film Comment Magazine:
Pattinson is as subtle as he is spectacular.Excerpt from MSN (5/5 stars):
"Cosmopolis" is almost certainly some kind of masterpiece, but I have to admit it's probably not for everyone
Packer is played by "Twilight" heartthrob Robert Pattinson with an arrogant smirk and a weirdly mutating accent that gets more New Yorkese as his limo nears the Hudson. He is a whiz-kid financial master who can conduct every conceivable transaction -- sexual congress with his art dealer to a full physical with his physician -- from the throne-room-like back seat of his vulgar white stretch. As he passes violent protests, mourns the death of his favorite rap star and petulantly pouts over the concept that there's something out there that's not only not for sale but which "belongs to the world," he tests the limits of his power and his prescience by disastrously betting against a particular currency fluctuation. (And he also makes bizarre conciliatory talk in various quaint diners and bookshops, rest stops along the way, with his oddly dainty but steely new wife, a billionaire heiress herself.)
Excerpt from the New York Times:
A series of events, some involving the mysteriously unpredictable yuan, forcibly and with escalating violence shake Eric out of his torpor. Nearly affectless at first, Mr. Pattinson makes a fine member of the Cronenbergian walking dead, with a glacial, blank beauty that brings to mind Deborah Kara Unger in the director’s version of J. G. Ballard’s “Crash.” Mr. Pattinson can be a surprisingly animated presence (at least he was on “The Daily Show With Jon Stewart,” where he recently put in a game appearance), and he may be capable of greater nuance and depth than is usually asked of him. Certainly, with his transfixing mask and dead stare, he looks the part he plays here and delivers a physical performance that holds up to a battery of abuses, including that prostate exam and some anticlimactic tears.
Excerpt from Rolling Stone (4 out of 5 stars):
In this fever dream of a movie, Pattinson is incendiary, notably in a climactic gun scene with the great Giamatti. Cosmopolis, demanding as it is daring, is no easy ride. I mean that as high praise.
Excerpt from Collider (8.4 out of 10)
It also functions as a superb meta-commentary on the value of celebrity by casting Pattinson in the lead. There could be no better choice, because not only does Pattinson break free of his romantic-lead mold, but by the very fact that we note his freedom. Robert Pattinson is a commodity. He first gained value by getting cast in Twilight, he has maintained his value by appearing in other romance films like Remember Me and Water for Elephants, and Cosmopolis is a calculated 180 for the actor. It’s the only way his career continues to grow, and it’s the smart move because he has attached his value to an indie feature, and split his risk by having David Cronenberg at the helm. Pattinson gives an intentionally stilted performance, but no one will be able to walk away from this movie thinking he can’t act. He acts to the piece, and we’ll have to wait for another role to “test” him.
This is how we measure a person. One could argue that we’re valuing his talent and not him, but he carries the Twilight franchise with him. The industry will write about this move, his fans will decide if they want to see him in a role that couldn’t be further away from Edward Cullen. Is Pattinson trying to lose everything like Packer? Of course not, but he also shares his character’s desire for freedom. I can only imagine the feelings of a Pattinson fangirl who sneaks into the movie only to see her on-screen crush engage in act after act of meaningless sex. Hopefully, it will drive her to see Cronenberg’s other movies and observe that sex is always a primal force rather than an expression of love.
Excerpt from Movieline (7.5/10 stars)
Pattinson does a quietly marvelous thing in finding vulnerability in Eric without making it seem like softness. The film depicts Eric's financial kingdom (and with it his sense of self) crumbling over a day, but his breakdown is a gradual one. His panic rises in barely perceptible increments.
Excerpt from TheFilmStage:
There are about a million places you could start with this thing. Oh, hell: “Brilliant.” Cosmopolis is certainly a brilliant film, one filled with all the subtext and qualities we call “cinematic” that you could ask for, but it presents this in a manner so deceptively simple it can only feel like genius.
So much of this rides on Pattinson’s shoulders — the man is in virtually every scene — making it all the more fortunate that he’s got the character down to a T. On the page, Packer is a selfish and sociopathic lout that no one should have any right to sympathize with. He’s not much different when played by the heartthrob, so Pattinson makes a genius move: using his appealing physical image as something of a tool against whatever resistance an audience might otherwise raise toward his character. He’s terrible, but not much less charming and magnetic, and the thrill one gets from watching him — the very, very legitimate thrill — is only part of a weird collective shame on an audience’s part. (It’s also funny to reflect and realize that Pattinson’s notoriously pale skin blends right into Peter Suschitzky‘s pallid cinematography.)
From Crave (9/10):
I have been waiting for a film like this. A film that earnestly and satirically confronts the economic crisis without reducing it to a hack plot, or a rote thriller. But also presents the large hulking machinery of the world economy as a bizarre game, with unseen rules, being played by inhuman creatures. Indeed, Pattinson plays the kind of archetypal rich guy you picture when we (the 99%) have discussions about rich guys. This film is a meditation, almost an abstraction, that muses on the very very very very rich, and manages to cast them in a new light. Pattinson is not playing the usual mean-spirited yuppie go-getter that we’re used to from the Reagan era. Pattinson is acquisitive, but doesn’t seem particularly ambitious or passionate. He glides through the system like an eel casually feeding on poor creatures it doesn’t even notice are nourishing it. The speeches of Gordon Gecko are a thing of the long ago past in this world. In this world, one must be born with inorganic parts in order to survive.
Weird, difficult, and important, Cosmopolis may be one of the best films of the year.
Excerpt from Very Aware (4 out of 5 stars):
Pattinson shines when he embraces his character’s descent into darkness. Uneven at times, it’s a nuanced performance that will make you want to see more of this in the future. Peter Suschitzky’s cinematography is crisp, polished, and effused with a warmth Pattison’s character sorely lacks. It’s that juxtaposition that makes Cronenberg’s framing all the more addicting to watch.
Excerpt from Film.com (A-):
[Eric Packer's] played, quite wonderfully I might add, by Robert Pattinson, and “Cosmopolis” offers in fine detail his dreamlike journey across Manhattan to get a haircut.
“Cosmopolis’” trump card is a remarkable, dead-pan humor. As a critic, I oftentimes scribble a quote when a particularly witty, insightful line of dialogue pops up. I wasn’t ten minutes in to “Cosmopolis” when I put down my pen; I realized I’d essentially been taking dictation.
Pattinson is more than just a haircut here. Initially, he seems as smug as any man whose building has different elevators depending on his mood. As his journey moves on, and his intangible deals on international currency commence to breed ruin, he sheds more of his facade, until a Noo Yawk accent emerges and he ends up face to face with his destiny.
Excerpt from Screen Crush (7/10:
I must confess that I didn’t always follow what Cronenberg was up to in ‘Cosmopolis,’ but I always enjoyed the ride. The atmosphere is dark and bizarre, and deadpan too — it’s sometimes hard to tell whether the joke is on the capitalists, the anti-capitalists, or the audience. I suspect the film’s unconventional structure and tone will turn off a lot of viewers, who may balk at the meandering, talky narrative and the ambiguous and anticlimactic ending.
Personally, I loved the final shot. That’s exactly how this dream would end just a second before you woke up.
Excerpt from BoxOffice.com (4/5):
Don't panic, but Robert Pattinson may have been neutered. He still looks like a vampire and behaves like an alien, but in David Cronenberg's Cosmopolis—which the scowling actor carries like a cross—when Pattinson finally gets to uncork all of the sex that the Twilight franchise had him bottle for centuries, he does so with all the damp enthusiasm of a dog circling a fire hydrant at the mercy of his instincts.
Excerpt from DeadSpin (B+):
If Cosmopolis leaves you feeling nothing for its main character, that's by design. Even as Eric's possible comeuppance seems imminent near the end, Pattinson doesn't try to make us care about this poor, heartless bastard. Cronenberg's claustrophobic construction of Eric's world is brilliant and monochromatic and entirely unnerving. Cronenberg and Pattinson have given us a frightening image of the modern power player as utterly soulless cipher. So often, Hollywood's Wall Streeters are arrogant young twits hellbent on screwing over everyone in sight. Cosmopolis suggests something even more frightening: They're so disconnected from the world that they no longer remember what emotions even are. Maybe Pattinson isn't playing a vampire in this movie—he's a zombie.