Jack Straw

Very disappointed that it is a bare-bones BD release. Nothing...except the flick. Someone mentioned how entertaining Cronenberg is to listen to, so I'm pretty disappointed not to hear his insights about the movie.

inri222

I don't have time for extras but I always make time for a Cronenberg commentary. Yes they are that good. Damn shame.

hanshotfirst1138

The problem with Cronenberg's commentaries is that he's so ridiculously intelligent that he makes me feel like an idiot.

Why So Blu?

The documentary on the Cosmopolis BD is great.

inri222

I've seen the movie twice but I still haven't cracked open the Blu-Ray. Have to check that out.

J. Farley

Unfortunately, it seems that Cronenberg has stopped doing commentaries. None for the new releases of Shivers, Scanners or The Brood either. He's my favorite filmmaker, so I'd always prefer one. As for this film, I think it's his best since eXistenZ, and oh, how I love Mia Wasikowska.

JeffTheAlpaca

A good movie.

It has been several months since I saw it but I still would like to punch that skinny little douche. What a prick.

Jack Straw

Yeah, he was a real little privileged shit throughout. Even his sister at one point tells him "you're so mean". I know he's not a big name now, but I kinda feel it was a snub that his character's image wasn't included on the BD box or movie poster.

Liberté by Paul Eluard (translated from French)

On my school notebooks
On my desk and on the trees
On the sands of snow
I write your name

On the pages I have read
On all the white pages
Stone, blood, paper or ash
I write your name

On the images of gold
On the weapons of the warriors
On the crown of the king
I write your name

On the jungle and the desert
On the nest and on the brier
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name

On all my scarves of blue
On the moist sunlit swamps
On the living lake of moonlight
I write your name

On the fields, on the horizon
On the birds’ wings
And on the mill of shadows
I write your name

On each whiff of daybreak
On the sea, on the boats
On the demented mountaintop
I write your name

On the froth of the cloud
On the sweat of the storm
On the dense rain and the flat
I write your name

On the flickering figures
On the bells of colors
On the natural truth
I write your name

On the high paths
On the deployed routes
On the crowd-thronged square
I write your name

On the lamp which is lit
On the lamp which isn’t
On my reunited thoughts
I write your name

On a fruit cut in two
Of my mirror and my chamber
On my bed, an empty shell
I write your name

On my dog, greathearted and greedy
On his pricked-up ears
On his blundering paws
I write your name

On the latch of my door
On those familiar objects
On the torrents of a good fire
I write your name

On the harmony of the flesh
On the faces of my friends
On each outstretched hand
I write your name

On the window of surprises
On a pair of expectant lips
In a state far deeper than silence
I write your name

On my crumbled hiding-places
On my sunken lighthouses
On my walls and my ennui
I write your name

On abstraction without desire
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name

And for the want of a word
I renew my life
For I was born to know you
To name you

Liberty.

LorenzoL

I watched this last year and was impressed by it.