Dara K. Marzipan’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Money has lost its narrative quality."
But not its ability to act as a vortex for signification. The eddy into which all meaning disappears. Capitalism as brutal clock, infinitely subdividing time. Whoops, whoops, there's what got you: quirks, tics, asymmetry. Nature. Nature got you, you fuck, even here.
"Money is talking to itself."
Eric Packer is talking to himself, could not have been anyone but Robert Pattinson. The boy who became a vampire. The vampire who talked himself out of immortality. Back down to earth, out of the limo, into Benno Levin's stinking, leaden embrace. The vampire has convinced himself to be human. How many souls did it cost him to do it?
"A specter is haunting the world."