A big collection of films that might be considered as strange, mindfucking, surreal and weird. Sorted by year. Suggestions are…
I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
A wealthy New York investment banking executive hides his alternate psychopathic ego from his co-workers and friends as he escalates deeper into his illogical, gratuitous fantasies.
Driver: Do you like Mary Harron’s adaptation of Bret Easton Ellis’ American Psycho?
Snooty Film Analyst: It’s OK.
Driver: The later scenes are a little too abstract for my tastes, but when Bateman’s monologuing carries on throughout all 102 minutes, I think it really comes into its own, commercially and artistically. The whole film has a clear, crisp look, and an old sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives Andrzej Sekula’s cinematography a big boost. Mary Harron's been compared to David Fincher in the final scenes, but I think Mary has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humour.
Snooty Film Analyst: Hey, Driver.
Driver: Yes, Analyst?
Snooty Film Analyst: Why are their notes scattered around the place concerning theories…
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Harold, it's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I think you should know: I've killed a lot of people. Some girls in the apartment uptown uh, some homeless people maybe 5 or 10 um an NYU girl I met in Central Park. I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun, and some man uh some old faggot with a dog last week. I killed another girl with a chainsaw, I had to, she almost got away and uh someone else there I can't remember maybe a model, but she's dead too. And Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body…
Christian Bale deserved an Oscar.
Sorry this review is so short, I have to return some videotapes.
So that was rather surprising.
The first time I watched this was not long after I had read the book. The book left me shocked, bewildered and in awe of the deeply dark and gruesome satire Brett Easton Ellis had written. It highlighted an era that focussed on self improvement, image and acquiring wealth. Ellis' novel comments on this in the most horrible way, through the completely and utterly insane Patrick Bateman. This is perhaps the shallowest and vilest protagonist I've ever come across in a novel. And he has to be as the true strength in Ellis' novel is that he condemns him and what he stands for. It is too easy to go along with the controversy surrounding…
Reaction image gold mine.
Sorry about the length in advance.
I watched this film a few years ago and thought, “I got it. He really isn’t Patrick Bateman. Big whoop.” I return to this and realize how little I knew. American Psycho is a masterpiece. It examines American society (specifically 80s Wall Street yuppies) in the most uproarious and horrific light possible. It’s dark and sardonic, but thoroughly entertaining. I shouldn’t be laughing at someone being killed or a related comment, but it absolutely slayed me. Bale is the highlight, but its overall craftsmanship and themes should be commended as much.
There are two BIG questions people ask about American Psycho
1. Did Patrick Bateman really exist?
2. Did Patrick Bateman or whoever Bateman…
American Psycho is one of Christian Bale's best roles. He gives it his all in this film that explores the dark comedy of what it means to be a true psychopath while also delivering a campy slasher style film in between.
"For all of Ellis’ bluster and minutely described terror, and in despite of Harron’s ability to capture the insanity on screen, Bateman’s actions are tied up in an essence entirely imaginary. American Psycho’s flights of horrible fantasy prove as flimsy and insubstantial as the most coveted of business cards, mere placeholders for something never entirely substantial, though personally felt, for better or for worse. Patrick Bateman is a mere shadow of the imagination conjured up by our own guilt and seen out of the corner of our eye, his influence malevolently convivial, the charm of late capitalism still a terror in a world persistently consumed with consumption itself, despite the fine warning presented in America Psycho fifteen years ago, and counting."
And now I'm disappointed in myself because I never did get around to reading the book first.
What was that..... 9/10
This film's definitely silly and over-the-top at certain points. But it delivers on the impact of its opening scene and shows us a glimpse of the life a man driven to the point of risible lunacy by his innate need to murder for murder's sake. Highly recommended for any sanguiphiles out there.
"But wait. You ain't seen nothin' yet. Raised lettering, pale nimbus. White"
"Impressive. Very nice"
Forever one of my favourite scenes ever written, filmed, and acted. I want a business card. I can't see Bale ever topping this disillusioned, demented, and comical performance.
"You actually listen to Whitney Houston? You own a Whitney Houston CD? More than one?"
Oh yeah, and it's pretty damn quotable.
Proper creepy, bloody and calmly chaotic, Christian bale takes the art of serial killing to another truly disturbing level. I'll probably never be comfortable around a chainsaw again.
For five years, film critic Scott Tobias compiled "The New Cult Canon" in a regular column for The A.V. Club…