I guess for many great thinkers and artists, there is a time when after going through a maturation process, they suddenly reach a peak, and after that people seem like petty insects. You can see the change in their work. Cosmopolis appears to represent that moment in Cronenberg's lifetime, where after a decade of great films, he makes this despicable movie about a despicable filthy-rich young Wall Street tycoon, portraying him and his entourage through all-knowing condescending camera angles, talking philosophical gibberish non-stop, without any story on the horizon. I couldn't wait for this movie to be over.
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