This new review of “American Psycho” makes me want to see it again. I forgot how funny it is, and I do love a black comedy. It was adapted and directed by a woman, and who best to portray this misogynist Wall Street sociopath? It’s a hoot, and probably my favorite Christian Bale flick. (Something I didn’t know: he studied Tom Cruise’s behavior to get that “smiling and laughing but utterly empty inside” look.) I’ve read the book as well, and I have to say that the movie is easier to digest. The book is a different animal — far more dense and grotesque, worth reading if you can get through it.
Based on Bret Easton Elliss novel of the same name and directed by Mary Harron, who also wrote the screenplay with Guinevere Turner, “American Psycho” is a brilliant and scathing satire of Reagan-era yuppies and their shallow, consumer-driven lifestyles. And in particular, of the behavior of Wall Street investment bankers in the 80s; all those privileged white males in designer suits – the same type whod later go on to crash the economy in 2008.
In terms of story and plot, its essentially a psychological thriller with horror, satire, and black comedy added to the mix. It focuses on a wealthy but unstable Wall Street yuppie named Patrick Bateman whos secretly a psychopath or sociopath driven to commit increasingly horrific and bizarre crimes in the wake of his mounting psychosis – from murdering a homeless man and his dog, to keeping a head in his fridge, while all the while striving to conceal the truth from others.