So, I’m watching this movie, which stars Robert Pattinson’s teeny, tiny nose as the nose of a billionaire riding around New York taking meetings and having sex in his limo all day, and I’m a little put off by how strange, stiff, and mannered the performances are, and how overall pretentious it seems. And as it wears on, I have to admit, there’s something well done about it. By the end, which features a soliloquy by a madman of a lengthy that would have been incredibly tedious if anyone but Paul Giamatti had attempted it, but instead works incredibly well and is one of his shining moments as an actor as well as an all-around cinematically impressive scene, I had to admit I liked it in spite of myself. And then the credits roll, and: directed by David Cronenberg. A-ha! That’s my boy, sneaking one past me by creating what I now realize is a very typical Cronenberg film, except, wholly outside his home horror genre. Even though I didn’t love it, he got me to like something I by all rights should have hated, and this kind of redeems him again after my recent viewing of “Crimes Of The Future”, which seemed more Cronenberg-by-numbers. Glad to see he hasn’t lost it after all.
