Tuesday, January 18, 2011

207. American Psycho (2000)


I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

Director Mary Harron and Christian Bale take Bret Easton Ellis' novel and translate it magnificiently to the silver screen. This tale of Patrick Bateman's decent into depraved fantasy is a scathing commentary on the real-life depraved fantasies of comercialism, greed, and status. It is usually very easy to detach oneself from killers in horror movies. They are most often mentally ill, psychopathic, social rejects. This movie challenges the viewer because Bateman shares the same upwardly mobile desire for conformity that pretty much everyone has (at least to some extent). Some highlights include ax murdering to the tune of Huey Lewis, naked chainsaw chase, and super-creepy-weird comparing of business card awesomeness.

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