"I think I laughed at the sheer stupidity more than anything."
"American Psycho" doesn't even begin to describe our anti-hero... Patrick Bateman. It's not an exit, and you even wonder if it's reality. A twisted, exaggerated, (completely) black humor film that doesn't do... Well... Anything for the audience.My question is this: Why make such a mediocre book into an even more mediocre and outdated movie?
In the beginning of American Psycho, Christian Bale played the part as... I was going to say "uninvolved", but then I remembered that's exactly how Patrick Bateman is. Just a shell of a person. In a world of drug addicts, money hungry socialites and prostitutes, it's rather hard to take anything seriously... Unless you're Patrick Bateman.
As a show of exactly how pretentious he is, he nearly has a nervous breakdown when a colleague of his has a business card that is in two tone colored font and on textured white stock. Like I mentioned, "psycho" doesn't even begin to describe him.
But what this movie breaks down to is how utterly self involved the 80's were. Patrick works so hard at trying to fit in that nothing excites him anymore, aside from killing people. From the colleague that has a couple more possessions and can get better reservations than him, to bums on the streets, to going as far as seeking out a prostitute - they're all just pawns in his game.
Eventually the charade does unravel, his "perfectly" placed life (the sterile and detatched apartment, the distant fiancee, the woman he uses only for sex, and the secretary that he will always take for granted) becomes unsettling to him and he starts to question what he knows as real.In comparison, the movie was better than the book, because it didn't have all the excess details, but the book was better than the movie because it was more shocking. Bottom line: If you must see it, read the book and wait until video.