American Psycho is the story of Patrick Bateman, an urbane, Manhattan uber-Yuppie who’s obsessed with looking good, wearing designer clothing, eating in the hottest restaurants, and partying at the most exclusive clubs. And whose only thrill in life is brutally torturing and murdering people, particularly young women.
Like The Wolf of Wall Street, this is one of those movies that, although ridiculous, keeps you wondering, “What the hell will this guy do next?” If Bateman’s on a date with a girl, he may or may not take her home to chop her head off. If someone mentions how the Japanese are buying up all of New York City, he may order Chinese take-out to an abandoned building (mistakenly thinking it as Japanese food) and stab the delivery boy to death. If a bum asks him for money, he may toss him a few bucks with disdain, or strangle him to death.
What I liked most about the movie, however, was Christian Bale’s performance. He’s so convincing in the role that you swear he must have an actaul streak of megalomaniacal insanity to pull it off. Even if you’re turned off by the themes and plot, it’s hard not to be entertained by some of the movie’s now-iconic scenes.
If you want to cringe-laugh a bit, be thankful you’re not a sociopath, and enjoy an extraordinary acting performance, watch this movie.