Movie about a psychotic serial killer who hides behind the outward façade of a investment banker in 1980s Manhattan.
Christian Bale is quite a good actor for all intents and purposes. I don’t know what influenced me to watch this film. But I did.
You can never call a film about murder a seminal piece of cinema. I finished watching this film and felt very disgusting indeed. But what this film represented well was the vapid consumerist society in which Patrick Bateman lived in. Everyone around him seems to walk around with vapid glazed-eyed expressions.
Of course the murders are gory. Even when Bateman tries to achieve catharsis by confessing to the murders, his attempts are laughed off as a joke. People are more concerned about asking him how his job is going. At the crux of the film is the question about his state of mind. I’ve read plenty of comments online which say out of many possibilities that the whole entire thing was in his head. Having watched the film, I can see how that theory could be plausible. This is one of those films which can be given over to interpretation by the viewer.
Bale was menacingly good as Bateman. From the beginning, when his monotone voiceover began to describe his day to day routine, it lulls you into a false sense of security until the first murderous plots begin to unfold. However, I don’t think I particularly want to watch this film again if I can help it.
MY RATING: **.5 / *****