In response to shiny, bigger, better
American consumerism comes COLD SOULS, a surreal comedy in
which souls can be extracted and traded as commodities.
Balancing on a tightrope between deadpan humor and pathos,
and reality and fantasy, the film presents Paul Giamatti as
himself, agonizing over his interpretation of Uncle Vanya.
Paralyzed by anxiety, he stumbles upon a solution via a New
Yorker article about a high-tech company promising to
alleviate suffering by extracting souls. Giamatti enlists
their service -- only to discover that his soul is the shape
and size of a chickpea. His intention is to reinstate it
once he survives the performance but complications ensue
when a mysterious, soul-trafficking “mule” borrows
Giamatti's stored soul for an ambitious, but unfortunately
talentless, Russian soap-opera actress.
© Samuel Goldwyn Films. All
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