Huey Lewis and News have never been so disturbing. Patrick Bateman has it all -- a beautiful fiancee (and a beautiful mistress), a perfect apartment, a perfect job and perfect business cards. But he's also a heartless, emotionless void -- a serial killer who slaughters in a futile attempt to satisfy his lust for blood. He's a monster in a Brooks Brothers suit. He's barely human.
American Psycho was a violent, disturbing novel, and this is a violent, disturbing movie. But it also plays up the satire -- when Patrick is chopping up a business associate with a gleaming chromed ax to the sounds of 80s pop, you can't help but ... be amused. Is murder supposed to be funny? This movie says it can be.
Christian Bale takes on a difficult subject -- a completely remorseless killer, someone who the audience can't and won't identify with -- and does a fabulous job. We get to look into a fragile and insecure mind.
This movie pulls no punches, but don't be afraid to laugh when something's funny. Look what emotional repression did to Patrick.
I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
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