There are two kinds of people who will like five-minutes-into-the-future flick Cosmopolis
: People want to take revenge on Robert Pattinson's hair after the Twilight
movies, and people who are David Cronenberg completists. Cronenberg's latest film is a spare, unsettling tour of a New York City on the brink of collapse, trashed by Occupy-style anarchists and immobilized by corporate greed. All the action takes place inside billionaire Eric Packer's high tech limo, as well as from the venal perspective of this young financier's mind. Packer (Robert Pattinson) spends the entire day caught in traffic, on a quest to get a terrible haircut. Along the way, he's joined and abandoned by a stream of colleagues and lovers whose limo chatter is sometimes funny, sometimes intriguing, but more often than not an unintentional parody of pretentious art movie talk.