Genius rises up from his place, and delivers a tour de force masterpiece. Its reads of many levels, based on current situations arised in politics, wealth, and cyber capatalism. MASTERPIECE*
It tracks along with the limo- meetings- the characters seamlessly impersonating of what us humans are- aliens impersonating the most alien of all is us. It's all financially and gut levelling intriguing- Cronenberg is a cerebral director- his metaphors in horror all creatively on canvas. Here it's more or less neither creative, or insight into being a more engaging film, its never boring. Emotionally you don't engage, but i find that it is cinematic strike to the throat- either way the trailer raises our brows and smirks- this is a work of film maker whom is ever more broadening his creative canvas- less stylistic, more blunt and script rupturingly intimate with the concourse of performance, never in your face, never much an absences of what- it is. What it is a slow glacial intriguing often off beat off kilter look at the demoralisation of ones self- and his depiction of earth and funds and his soul repertoire and sexual and whole self decaying in the ensconcing Sinicism's of the degenerate swine that he is.
Far from his mainstream extremities, and engrossing watches, and far from his sluggish and beautifully retrospective horrors full of metaphors and symbolism, this film isn't symbolic, its straight in your face punch you in the snoozer. It gets its morale's and message out there- its raggedness, its power house performances, its style, its odd angles, extreme, often offbeat, off kilter, often dark, brooding, an OSCAR want for my say, so far the best of the year. Disconcerting, empowering, visually stimulating in sense that you don't half expect. It is never the film you anticipate or expect, but it's a film you leave thinking well its neither better or worse than anticipations its something that's different, odd- surreal- enrapturing- moderately interesting- a cynical retro look on politics, animosity, the rallied world wares of people- cults- ravish knighted wisdoms, integrity, and a need and want for annihilation in peoples perspectives and wants and the encapsulating sense of control over the shameful affairs- namely he wants a hair cut.
Patterson is a tour de force, worthy of his career in cinema, an aura, an aesthetic, an actual ruminant, to see him clothed and statured as this demoralising "man" yes encapsulated that ias its hard what with his boyish looks but you soon feel the manhood and world wariness and sexual uncontrolled mosaic cynicism and narcissism practically wafting off of Patterson. He purrs the dialogue, as does Giamati getting the best line concerning PARANOI-A PEANIS, AND AN ABDOMEN AND THE DISSAPEAREANCE OF AFORMENTIONED PENIS.