70/100. Cronenberg's recent work has felt bloodless, but here that becomes a strength, and indeed, a key aesthetic choice. Pattinson rides around NYC in a limo & gets laid & talks to various people about money, as the economy bottoms out in the background. It's all very detached, which is what makes it so unnerving. And then Paul Giamatti shows up in all of his schlubby human glory and it ends--abruptly, perfectly.