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BQB here with a review of the dark, dark, incredibly dark comedy, “American Psycho.”
If you thought that “Wall Street” was the quintessential film about 1980s yuppie scum, think again. “American Psycho” skewers greedy Wall Street social climbers, both figuratively and well, literally.
If you didn’t find this movie to be a laugh riot, it’s understandable. After all, it’s very bloody and gruesome. The humor is there though, albeit at times, subtle.
Patrick Bateman (Christian Bale) is a young, studly financier. He’s obsessed over his looks, constantly working out and following a strict bodily care regimen. He’s equally obsessed over the finer things in life – his suits, his apartment, his ladies, etc.
One might think he lives a perfect life…but one would be wrong. Everything has become routine and boredom has caused our protagonist to become…dun, dun, dun…a total psycho.
Yes, Patrick murders, kills, destroys, all while being classy and stylish, even going so far as to give his victims lectures about his favorite 1980s songs. The littlest things can set him off – a colleague with a better business card seems to be a particularly unforgiveable slight.
Along the way, 1980s yuppie culture is lampooned – perhaps all of these people who go out of their way to show how rich and successful they are – are really just dull and bored and sad on the inside? Maybe one of them is willing to hack people to pieces just to break the monotony?
Jared Leto, Reese Witherspoon and Chloe Sevigny all grace the film. Also, I don’t want to give away the ending but it’s one of the better twist endings I’ve seen.