With all the news about Occupy Wall Street, I’d love to be there protesting. To be with the other 99%. But if Patrick Bateman murdered a homeless man simply on the fact that he sees him as a disgusting piece of chewed up gum on the floor that he might step on and ruin his custom made Valentino Couture shoes… Well, I’ll rather blog. It’s five in the morning and I’m writing about a psychotic, neurotic, possible schizophrenic, delusional, serial killer.
Something is wrong with me. Or not.
American Psycho (2000)
Directed by Mary Harron.
Based on Bret Easton Ellis’ novel of the same name, “American Psycho.”
Starring Christian Bale, Jared Leto, Reese Witherspoon, Willem Dafoe, Justin Theroux, and Josh Lucas.
Patrick Bateman: “I’m on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at Espace, since I’m positive we won’t have a decent table. But we do, and relief washes over me in an awesome wave.”
Patrick Bateman: “There is a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Paul’s apartment overlooks the park… and is obviously more expensive than mine.”
American Psycho is one of the very few films I’ve seen that does a justice to its book. But obviously, when films this great are written for the screen, the book will always be more incredible. Bret Easton Ellis was determined to have his novel made into a film. But if any of you have actually ever read it, well, you would know how amazingly graphic it is. Ensuring that if made into an accurate film based on the novel, it would easily have an X-rating by the MPAA. Patrick Bateman was set to be played first by Johnny Depp. When plans failed, Brad Pitt was set to star as the killer. But once more, the production of such ideas never became a reality. Jared Leto and Edward Norton were also considered. And eventually even Leonardo DiCaprio was set to star as Bateman. Yet, in the end, it was Christian Bale who played Patrick Bateman. Who many told Bale that it would be an end to his career if he played such a disturbing character. Which only motivated him more to take the role. Today, his films have made over 2,809,747,500 dollars worldwide since American Psycho.
Patrick Bateman is a spoiled rich thanks to himself, yuppie puppy in designer suits, who is tired of his life. And in dire need of a new… routine. It’s not so much that he hates his normal routine, if anything, he lives up to the exact minute according to his routine. But he’s had enough of the same fancies. The best restaurants are no longer impressive. Improving his apartment isn’t as fun when you find out Paul Allen has a better one. Updating his business card seems feeble when you forget about the watermark. Buying the newest albums aren’t as exciting to listen to unless you’re… telling its story to someone. And fucking escorts and prostitutes at the same time, while recording to it, no longer makes you… come to fruition, for lack of more appropriate words or sayings. He needs a… a new hobby that he’ll not only love, it’ll have to be more… fascinating than anything else the rest of his friends do! The brilliant thing about film is that you never really know if Bateman is truly getting away with gruesome (and creative) murders. Up until end, of course. But it definitely keeps one’s eyes glued onto the screen. It’s always amazing to me to see someone kill with such calm, like Bateman does. Using axes while listening to Huey Lewis. Keeping decapitated heads in your freezer, next to your ice cream. Having an entire cabinet dedicated to “tools.” Going on a mass murder spree until you’re in the confines of your office calling your lawyer hysterically and confessing to all your murders. As well as admitting that you possibly ate a bit of their brains. The film, as horrific as it, is amazing! It flirts with one of the most darkest thoughts I’m sure most of us have from time to time, to kill someone and get away with it. For pleasure, for hate, for recreation. And for the character to be a wealthy 27 year old man who works on Wall Street makes it just that better. It shows we all get bored with life. We all have those boring days, if not, weeks! And instead of watching countless hours of television, or hanging out with friends, this man kills. Patrick is unique in the sense that if he’s imagining it, well, he’s extremely, EXTREMELY, creative. And if he’s actually murdering these people, well, this sentence doesn’t change as the one before. It’s a novel you must read if you’re fascinated by the horrors of the human mind. And a film you must own if you’re easily drawn by the true horror in cinema. This isn’t a gore film filled with buckets of red corn syrup, it’s a look at what might possibly be someone’s reality.
This is not an exit.