American Psycho

From start to finish, I was reminded of the Czech film The Cremator. American Psycho draws the same analogy between the state of mind of the main character and the society he lives in. In this case, it is a far-fetched caricature of Wall Street royalty chattering eternally and senselessly with excruciating relentlessness, contrasted with a man who sets himself apart from the snobbish herd by becoming a murderous psychopath. But is anyone curious about his hobby? The great Christian Bale and a cunning script that is only seemingly about nothing, just like all the blather at tables in fancy restaurants. (09/08/2020)

American Psycho is a critique of the superficiality of the lifestyle and twisted values of Wall Street businessmen, molded into an entertaining slasher flick with undertones of cynical black comedy. Bale is outstanding in the role of a sociopath, the film looks good and is briskly edited, but it give the impression of being just as superficial and cold as the subject being criticised. For example, the sex scenes are surprising with their openness, but they are not as personal and defining of the main character as in Shame. Rather, they merely intended to surprise and shock in the context of the star-studded mainstream. (06/30/2021)

American Psycho is one of those films that can be rated from one to five stars. From a technical standpoint, it's a decently crafted piece with good cinematography, editing, and especially strong acting performances, where most of the cast gives it their all, and it's almost a pity that the same level of performance isn't seen in a stronger film. Even in small roles, quality actors like Chloë Sevigny as the secretary shine. However, the problem lies with the content, which, while superficially flashy, is internally empty and decadent - scenes from the high society milieu, nightclubs filled with glamorous beauties and yuppies in elegant squares are typical. In short, it's a kitschy affair that, while somewhat faithfully capturing Bret Easton Ellis' literary source material, is quite indigestible for me. Overall impression: 40%. (06/16/2006)

// - I can’t believe that Bryce prefers Van Patten’s card to mine. // - But wait. You ain't seen nothin' yet. Raised lettering, pale nimbus. White. - Impressive. Very nice. Hmm, let’s see Paul Allen’s card. // Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh, my God. It even has a watermark. // (05/24/2011)

After finishing Bret Easton Ellis's novel, I revisited the film adaptation and appreciated it even more. Knowing the source material enhanced my viewing experience. The film is brilliantly assembled, featuring numerous dialogues lifted straight from the book. The novel’s diary-like format contributes to its cold portrayal of Patrick Bateman as a narcissistic psychopath, a character that the film captures perfectly. The book is infamous for its graphic depictions of murder, sexual acts, cannibalism, and other grotesque elements. Thankfully, the film doesn't delve too deeply into these explicit scenes. Instead, it focuses on the psychology of the main character, which I believe was a smart move. This approach creates a more effective portrayal through subtle hints, like Bateman playing with a lock of his victim’s hair, rather than relying on explicit brutality. Christian Bale delivers a stellar performance as Patrick Bateman, embodying the role with chilling precision. The novel is cleverly written, juxtaposing violent episodes with mundane chapters about fashion and business, creating a cohesive picture that reads like the diary of a madman. Some may see it as an attempt to shock or as a grotesque novel for the disturbed, but it’s more than that. Ellis’s work reflects reality and the behaviors of certain people, revealing that such individuals exist among us. Ellis hit the nail on the head, and both the book and film are masterpieces in their own right. (05/20/2018)