Guilt in every brick, cemented by centuries of hate and violence. Gnarly as any Fulci flick, clever as a Carpenter joint, and far more primally scary that I had ever anticipated.
Me: Do you like Mary Harron’s adaptation of Bret Easton Ellis’ American Psycho?
Snooty Film Analyst: It’s OK.
Me: 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…