When I first read Don DeLillo's 2003 novel Cosmopolis, I certainly never expected anyone to make a film out of it. The book is fairly short, but at the same time is absolutely dense with philosophical conversations, many of which bear meaning to the sociopathic sparring partners that hold them but little to none to the human readers observing them from the outside. The point of Cosmopolis isn't to enlighten the reader to new philosophies or new theories about currency trade; it's to paint a portrait of a subculture so suffocatingly self centered that they cease to be human and feel more like machines wearing human skins.
