Well shit. You have to hand it to David Cronenberg. Dude isn’t afraid to come out of the gate spitting hot fire everywhere, mercilessly mowing down pop culture sacred cows. Even though I disagree with the dude, fuck it. He has earned his place in my heart, and even if I disagree I have to respect the man’s musings.
Here’s the U.S. trailer for Cosmopolis. I continue to have no idea what the actual plot of the flick is, nor do I care if said plot is particularly muscular. Sign me up.
Robert Pattinson has barely finished off his first collaboration with Sir David of the Cronenberg, but he’s already tapped to hop back into the cinematic ring with him. I assume this means their time on Cosmopolis went well?
Cronenberg was at Cannes Film Festival big reppin’ his latest film Cosmopolis as well as the first film by his son. While there, the good master of venereal horror spat a bit about the usage of digital film versus the old and wonderful. His take? Fuck film, man!
Listen Robert Pattinson you seem like you got yourself some acting chops. Imma forgive you for starring in Vampire Cinematic Pukepile just based on the fact that you’re doing a Cronenberg flick, and even upgrade you to dope status for these pictures. Duder recreated scenes from two of my faves Videodrome and Scanners. How can I hate on that? I can’t. I won’t.
Sweet Tits, I had no idea that David Cronenberg was attached to Total Recall. One can only wonder what the hell would have been in store for us had it come to fruition, because if this batch of previously unseen concept art is any indication, the pig would have been of a completely different color. Swank.
The full trailer for Cosmopolis has arrived, and it is stacked to the tits with everything that’s caused me to fall in love with the direct recently. Recently? Pah! I know, I suck. At least it occurred at all.
Hit the jump to check it out as well as some info. Cannes!
Jesus Christ. If I knew that Gary “Hey Don’t Vomit From My Camera Work” Ross leaving the Hunger Games sequel meant that two of my favorite directors may have a crack at directing the sequel I never would have bellyached.
I can’t wait for Cronenberg’s next effort Cosmopolis. 2012 could be accurately describe as “the year Caff-Pow become utterly insane with butt-lust for Carpenter and Cronenberg”, and these pictures have me taping my TV controller to my head and screaming “Long live the new flesh!” while the neighbors gaze in horror into my yard.
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