The film, based on a novel by Don DeLillo, has been billed in some corners as a science-fiction story, but that's not quite right. Other than the protagonist's hi-tech limo -- which has touchscreens, swivel chairs, and a hidden pull-out toilet -- nothing in the New York City of 'Cosmpolis' looks all that different from our own. When our hero eats lunch, it's at a generic coffee shop. When he passes people on the street, they're dressed like normal 2012 citizens. Things grow increasingly hostile -- and increasingly weird -- on the other side of his limousine windows, but they never get any more technologically advanced. This is more of a twisted fantasy of the present than a vision of the future.