Cars, No Crashes
David Cronenberg misses again with 'Cosmopolis'
If there's one film director who can make audiences flee, it's David Cronenberg. Anyone who watched Crash, his graphic tale of car crashes and sex, or his adaptation of William Burroughs' Naked Lunch, knows as much. What will unsuspecting Edward Cullen fans do?
Maybe they'll read the reviews of Cosmopolis and spare themselves the discovery. Even Cronenberg's admirers (including me) will find little to be enthusiastic about. Pattinson is good, as are Jay Baruchel, Juliette Binoche and Paul Giamatti. Unfortunately, watching a man sit in a limousine for nearly two hours—no matter how much sex or prostate spelunking goes on—is anathema to entertainment.
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