American Psycho portrays a New York City CEO sociopath, Patrick Bateman (Christian Bale), before the 2008 stock market crash. Patrick descends deeper into his serial killer psychosis as the reel rolls on.
The film saturates itself in eeriness. This is Chrisitian Bale's first bad guy role, that I can recall. He reacts with ecstatic laughter and toothy grins. He laughs while he hates his friends. The whole effect accentuates his insanity. Patrick's apartment suite is ghostly pale. He leers at his business colleagues, competing to even outdo their bling business cards. Detective Donald Kimball (Willem Dafoe) adds to the intensity, glaring back with psychotic glares and bared teeth during Patrick's person-of-interest interviews. Batemen takes us through his obsessive personal routines--Bale builds up a great physique for this movie.
I didn't get this title at first. It's actually about time they sculpt a villain like this. The white-collar monster is the embodiment of power hungry ruthless CEOs. Patrick's despicable toward women. I kept watching, hoping he would get caught. Where the flick falls short is by giving into the invincibility delusion of a serial killer. Even after Bateman made too many errors, like running naked in his rich loft building with a chainsaw roaring, Bateman still gets away with it. Is this a science-fiction? One neat effect, though, was making a circle of CEOs seem like narcissists on the brink of committing their own crimes. Yes, hoods are not the only centers of crime.
The ending was sudden, yet due. The homicidal maniac had done everything to get caught. FOR THAT ALONE, IT WARRANTS THE SEQUEL. My Millennial kept begging me to let him see it. It definitely caters to their modern dark humor. I can only move it up to the Winning 35 yd. Line.
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