YEAR IN FILM 2012: The "limo operas" of 2012: 'Cosmopolis' and 'Holy Motors'
YEAR IN FILM Two of 2012's finest, most philosophical, and most frustrating movies share a setting of sorts. Although one film takes place in New York, the other in Paris, both films' protagonists spend a lot of time in their white stretch limousines. The limo: an ostentatious symbol of status and wealth, a home away from home.
In David Cronenberg's unsettling Don DeLillo adaptation Cosmopolis, it's superwealthy magnate Eric Packer (a defanged Robert Pattinson) who eats, fucks, and talks business in a limo, trapped in ever-worsening NYC traffic. For Monsieur Oscar (Denis Lavant) in Leos Carax's Holy Motors, the limousine is also place of business. When I first saw Holy Motors, I noted the "limo-as-liminal-space" — Oscar's limousine is his dressing room, a place of transformation for the chameleonic arch-performer.
This common factor, though coincidental, is not accidental. The limousine as symbol and space is crucial to the structure of both films, which I've taken half-facetiously to calling "limo operas." In both, white stretch limos are distinctive cells in the secret circulatory system of late capitalist society. Their passengers have a privileged viewpoint — they can see out, but others can't see in. When the camera joins the passengers inside the limo, the city becomes an almost unreal backdrop for the private activities within.
In Cosmopolis, there's an ongoing, ambivalent dialogue about the dispersal of all things into data; everything is getting smaller, faster, swept away by the flow of "cyber-capital." But Eric Packer, whose vast wealth is about to collapse due to minute changes in the value of the yuan, is obsessed with large, worldly purchases. He has two private elevators with specialized soundtracks, and a Soviet bomber plane that he keeps in a hangar. He's insistent that he wants to buy the Rothko Chapel, despite its nature as a public artwork. And he describes his limo as a car sawed in half and expanded. He's had his limo "Prousted" — lined with soundproof cork like Marcel Proust's bedroom — which he describes as "a gesture ... a thing a man does." The soundproofing doesn't work, though. His limousine is a performance of his ego, and of its futility.
It's also an object in the movie's central dialogue about systems that operate beyond perception. Much like units of encrypted economic information, limos push through the city announcing the self-importance of their passengers. They might be carrying a president or a celebrity, but one of Packer's employees reminds him that limos also connote "kids on prom night, or some dumb wedding." And then they go away. Packer asks, "Where do all these limos go at night?" and he finally gets an answer from his limo driver — there are underground garages — they slumber beneath the city. Even his driver's description of the garages reinforces the weird information-value of the vehicle — "a marketplace of limos."
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