BOOK: Going deeper into the Cosmopolis rave

It’s a rave in the limo! *cranks up the techno playlist*

Fun tweets and pics came out today as Cosmopolis filming got its rave on. Of course we have to do a BOOK post about it. πŸ™‚ Before we get to that, we want to give a limo horn toot to David Cronenberg’s next film to be released.

The official site for A Dangerous Method posted their HD trailer today. The chauffeurs can’t wait to see the film and the press for it. We’re watching to see how this goes for DC and the cast, which includes our own, Sarah Gadon. She makes an appearance in the trailer. πŸ™‚

Does the trailer excite you? It excited me. πŸ˜‰

Book excerpt after the cut! Rave and wristwatches! *spoilers*

From Don DeLillo’s Cosmopolis:

There was another theater across the street, near the desolate end of the block, the Biltmore, and he saw scaffolding out front and construction rubble in a dumpster nearby. A restoration project was underway and the front doors were bolted but there were people slipping into the stage entrance, young men and women in slinky pairs and clusters, and he heard random noise, or industrial sounds, or music in massive throbs and blots coming from deep inside the building. He knew he was going in. But first he had to lose more money.

The crystal on his wristwatch was also a screen. When he activated the online function, the other features receded. It took him a moment to decode a series of encrypted signatures. This is how he used to hack into corporate systems, testing their security for a fee. He did it this time to examine the bank, brokerage and offshore accounts of Elise Shifrin and then to impersonate her algorithmically and transfer the money in these accounts to Packer Capital, where he opened a new account for her, more or less instantaneously, by thumbnailing some numbers on the tiny keypad that was set around the bezel of the watch.

Then he went about losing the money, spreading it systematically in the smoke of rumbling markets. He did this to make certain he could not accept her offer of financial help. The gesture had touched him but it was necessary to resist, of course, or die in his soul. But this wasn’t the only reason to piss away her birthright. He was making a gesture of his own, a sign of ironic final binding. Let it all come down. Let them see each other pure and lorn. This was the individual’s revenge on the mythical couple.

How much was she worth?

The number surprised him. The total in U.S. dollars was seven hundred and thirty-five million. The number seemed puny, a lottery jackpot shared by seventeen postal workers. The words sounded puny and tinny and he tried to be ashamed on her behalf. But it was all air anyway. It was air that flows from the mouth when words are spoken. It was lines of code that interact in simulated space. Let them see each other clean, in killing light.

Danko preceded him to the stage door. A bouncer was stationed there, immense, steroidal, wearing thumb rings set with jewelled skulls. Danko spoke to him, opening his jacket to reveal the weapon holstered there, an evidence of credentials, and the man gave directions. Eric followed his bodyguard down a plastery damp passageway, up a steep flight of narrow metal stairs and onto a catwalk above the fly space.

He looked down on a gutted theater pounding with electronic sound. Bodies were packed tight through the orchestra and loges and there were dancers in the debris of the second balcony, not torn down yet, and they spread down the stairs and into the lobby, bodies in cyclonic dance, and on the stage and in the pit more tossing bodies in a wash of achromatic light. A bedsheet banner, hand-lettered, dangled from the balcony. THE LAST TECHNO-RAVE

The music was cold and repetitive, computer-looped into long percussive passages with distant tunneling sounds under the pulsebeat.

“This is very crazy. Take over whole theater. What do you think?” Danko said.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know either. But I think it is crazy. Looks like drug scene. What do you think?”

“Yes.”

“I think it is latest drug. Called novo. Makes pain go away. Look how good they feel.”

“Kids.”

“They are kids. Exactly. What pain do they feel that they need to take pill? Music, okay, too loud, so what. It is beautiful how they dance. But what pain do they feel too young to buy beer?”

“There’s pain enough for everybody now,” Eric told him.

It was hard work to talk and listen. Finally they had to look at each other, read lips through the stunning noise. Now that he knew Danko’s name, he could see him, partially. This was a man about forty, average size, scarred across the forehead and cheek, with a bent nose and bristled hair cut close. He did not live in his clothes, his turtleneck and blazer, but in a body hammered out of raw experience, things suffered and done to extreme limits.

Music devoured the air around them, issuing from enormous speakers set among the ruined murals on facing walls. He began to feel an otherworldliness, a strange arrhythmia in the scene. The dancers seemed to be working against the music, moving ever more slowly as the tempo compressed and accelerated. They opened their mouths and rolled their heads. All the boys had ovoid heads, the girls were a cult of starvelings. The light source was in the tech level above the balcony, radiating long cool waves of banded gray.

To someone watching from above, light fell upon the ravers with a certain clemency of effect, a visual counterstroke to the ominous sound. There was a remote track under the music that resembled a female voice but wasn’t. It spoke and moaned. It said things that seemed to make sense but didn’t. He listened to it speak outside the range of any language ever humanly employed and he began to miss it when it stopped.

“I don’t believe I am here,” Danko said. He looked at Eric and smiled at the idea of being here, among American teenagers in
stylized riot, with music that took you over, replacing your skin and brain with digital tissue. There was something infectious in the air. It wasn’t the music and lights alone that drew you in, the spectacle of massed dance in a theater stripped of seats and paint and history.

Eric thought it might be the drug as well, the novo, spreading its effect from those who took it to those who did not. You caught what they had. First you were apart and watching and then you were in, and with, and of the crowd, and then you were the crowd, densely assembled and dancing as one. They were weightless down there. He thought the drug was probably dissociative, separating mind from body. They were a blank crowd, outside worry and pain, drawn to the glassy repetition. All the menace of electronica was in repetition itself. This was their music, loud, bland, bloodless and controlled, and he was beginning to like it.

But he felt old, watching them dance. An era had come and gone without him. They melted into each other so they wouldn’t shrivel up as individuals. The noise was nearly unbearable, taking root in his hair and teeth. He was seeing and hearing too much. But this was his only defense against the spreading mental state. Never having touched or tasted the drug, not even having seen it, he felt a little less himself, a little more the others, down there, raving.

“You tell me when we leave. I take you out.”

“Where is he?”

“At the entrance. Torval? He watches at the entrance.”

“Have you killed people?”

“What do you think? Like lunch,” he said.

They were in a trance state now, dancing in slowest motion. The music took a turn toward dirge, with lyrical keyboard flourishes bridging every segment of regret. It was the last techno-rave, the end of whatever it was the end of.

Danko led him down the long stairway and through the passage. There were dressing rooms with ravers inside, sitting and lying everywhere, slumped against each other. He stood in a doorway and watched. They could not speak or walk. One of them licked another’s face, the only movement in the room. Even as his self-awareness grew weaker, he could see who they were in their chemical delirium and it was tender and moving, to know them in their frailty, their wistfulness of being, because kids is all they were, trying not to scatter in the air.

He’d walked nearly to the stage door when he realized Danko was not with him. This he understood. The man was back there somewhere dancing, beyond the reach of his wars and corpses, his mind snipers firing at first light.

He went stride for stride with Torval to the car. The rain had stopped. This was good. This was clearly what it should have done. The street carried a shimmer of sodium lamps and a mood of slowly unfolding suspense.

“Where is he?”

“Decided to stay inside,” Eric said.

“Good. We don’t need him.”

“Where is she?”

“Sent her home.”

“Good.”

“Good,” Torval said. “It’s looking good.”

Well? What do you think? I loved noticing the watch. It’s…um…important. πŸ˜‰ We saw it before in the coffee shop scene but it was a glimpse. Like every scene, we can only imagine how great this will look under Cronenberg’s direction. πŸ™‚

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  • blondemel47

    Enjoyed reading this – knowing they’re filming today. Havent started reading the book yet – will have to start soon (just difficult to break off from ff – I know I’m terrible, lol πŸ™‚ THANK YOU Blondemel47

  • mary

    I must say that it seems like Cronenberg has stayed true to the book in many ways. Oh yeah, when i see watch on Rob it has a new effect on me, as we never see him wearing watch.:D

    You know, Eric really developed a lot till the end of the book by becoming absolutely different Eric,imo. It was like he began to realise a lot of thingd in his life.

    But could you please explain what exactly Eric did with Elise’s money. I understood that her gesture touched him, but i didnt get it completely.

    • he really goes off on something right? i haven’t fully explored his line of thought there. once i think i got it, he keeps talking and messes up what i thought. it will be good for our next round of discussion groups after production.

      • mary

        Agree, he’s one complicated man to understand. Yeah, that’s great how you organize book discussions every time which let us get deeper into the story. Thanks a lot of for it!

        • no sweat πŸ™‚ we’ll dive deeper. Check out our tabs under The Story in the menu bar. There’s archived posts from our discussion group in February.

  • ABV

    OMG,I need to read this book again,I’ve totally forgotten this whole segment…Think I can only remember the JUICY parts,Lol….

  • ABV

    OMG,I need to read this book again,I’ve totally forgotten this whole segment…Think I can only remember the JUICY parts,Lol….btw,love the banner!

    • Dalva

      agree, 2nd time into the book I kinda imagined Rob saying all the lines, since there are some lines from the book he had said before in other movies/interviews etc.(“Say the words” ;)) and it made everything, well, more exciting….then had to read it again πŸ˜‰

  • Mommie1015

    Tinkerbel13,
    I might be a little bias, but I think you are a wonderful writer. From time to time, I check into the sites where you blog to read your comments. I don’t know if Rob will ever fully be able to appreciate your support, but I am sure he appreciates it. Movie fansites have become a big marketing boost for filmmakers and studios. it is truly a genre on the rise! You and your fellow chauffeurs keep up the good work! Bravo…
    Mommie1015

    • i dont mind your bias πŸ˜‰ thank you joni! love you. πŸ™‚

  • Dalva

    Never spent so much time starring at a hand with a watch… really like Rob the Whistler photo πŸ™‚
    I never was exactly a raver but went to Moby’s concert this Saturday, which ended with a rave song and it made me remember my student days and all that put me in a happy mood and now this post, wonderful !!!
    Love this book part too, how Eric decides to lose the money as if to purge himself, the whole rave scene DeLillo describes so well ” the music that takes you over replacing your skin and brain with digital tissue”, Eric saying: “Kids.”,,, “There’s pain for everybody now.”, feeling old, as if longing for a childhood or youth he never really had, feeling compassion for kids and their frailty….every scene is like a step towards Eric’s re-humanization.
    Thanks Tink for making my happy rave-like vibe last a little longer! And yes, the DM trailer IS exciting! πŸ™‚ *goes off whistling “I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it…”*

    • Dalva

      staring not starring, sorry, brain malfunction due to photos πŸ˜‰

  • Susan

    I had totally forgotten about this scene and after reading it again, I can’t believe I did! It gives you such an important glimpse into his mind, where he’s really at, at the moment. It’s the little things…Elise’s money, the pain. Wow.

    Every time you guys do this deeper looks it just makes me more anxious for this movie!! Can’t wait to see where you take us next time!!

  • Susan

    Oh!! And I want to know what Sammy Hagar is doing in that first set photo!!

  • mary

    Just saw the post of DM trailer. The trailer looks GREAT! I have never seen Cronenberg’s movies (not my cup of tea). But i’m looking forward to see this movie and of course Cosmopolis.

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  • Suziekew

    great post Tink! and I wholeheartedly agree with Joni – you are a great writer, as is Deb. You ladies do a fantastic job with this site, always so interesting and fun to read your insights.

    • thanks for the support suzie πŸ™‚

  • Tink,
    I am absolutely LOVING these book excerpts and the way you tie the photos with them! Cosmopolis was a great book, very intelligently written, and I remember feeling a sympathy for Eric the first time I read it. He came across as merciless at times, vulnerable at others, a very complex and utterly interesting character! Now that Rob is playing him, I am reading it again and picturing him in character as I read! Love, love, love you, Rob!!! Can’t wait to see him in this! Great job, Tink!!! Your work is truly appreciated!!! πŸ™‚

    • Thanks! I had the same feelings towards Eric. He was truly complex and interesting. Can’t wait to see how it transpires on film.

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