Apparently I need to reread Cosmopolis. I know I read the Don DeLillo book back in the day, or whatever, but I don't remember it quite like this. Cosmopolis made the list of most anticipated films a few months ago as the one project that could possibly redeem Edward Cullen (yes, yes, I know his real name is Robert Pattinson) after the tremendously saccharine mess he's made with the Twilight franchise. The reasons, of course, are many. 1. David Cronenberg. 2. Don DeLillo. 3. Actual debauchery. 4. David Cronenberg working with the sort of material David Cronenberg does best. 5. Juliette Binoche. 6. Mathieu Almaric. 7. Paul Giamatti. 8. Samantha Morton. 9. David fucking Cronenberg making a movie that actually seems like a movie David Cronenberg would make (I'm looking at you, A Dangerous Method). This is old school, vintage, oddball noir with a melodramatic flair and a touch of future freak out, and Edward Cullen is along for the 24-hour ride. Long live the new flesh.