This film knocked me out. Forget the 1980s subtext - this film is raw and represents, at the heart, the perversion of a human mind and existence by the sheer boredom of having everything - money, success, jobs, women - EXCEPT - respect, and self-respect in particular. Patrick Bateman consumes himself with self loathing and, in the end, is ultimately revealed to be even more empty, vacuous and incapable when the denouement of the film reveals that he does not even have the substance to have done what he fantasises about.
You can speculate endlessly about the artistic, psychological, or otherwise angles - what counts is that THIS FILM HAS SUCH A HIGH IMPACT and pace about it, and such a strong central character that it draws you into fascination and captivation even though its fairly disgusting if you think about it whilst eating your lunch or something like that.
I'd recommend it if you like stuff like Cronenburg. Total quality.
You can speculate endlessly about the artistic, psychological, or otherwise angles - what counts is that THIS FILM HAS SUCH A HIGH IMPACT and pace about it, and such a strong central character that it draws you into fascination and captivation even though its fairly disgusting if you think about it whilst eating your lunch or something like that.
I'd recommend it if you like stuff like Cronenburg. Total quality.