I can't think of one tiny redeeming element—not even Jim Cummings. I took a half-asleep post-mozzarella-sticks-morning-shit that was both much more scary and entertaining.
A book that should've stayed a book. Even the book wasn't that good. I'd say the film is much worse, actually. Cronenberg must have seen something in this narrative that I'll never see. 'Cosmopolis' is inert; its dialogue interestingly offbeat at times soon becomes mind-numbing. This is a didactic arthouse film badly in need of an exploding head.