Great visuals undone by script and direction as well as inconsistent sound capture and editing.

Rating: 5/10 (12 September 2016)

The protagonist talks directly to the viewer. This is bovine scatology. The entire film is about a delusional protagonist, so nothing is to be trusted in the plot lines, such as they are. Just because some action is depicted on the screen does not mean that it happened outside the sour operations of this afflicted mind. One might as well be suffering through Walter Mitty, except that the lead has bloody fantasies instead of Mitty's pleasant ones.
So, since nothing of the exposition is to be trusted, what is the point of this vile mess?
As one navigates through this maze of false threads, that is the central question. The hideous ending casts everything even deeper in doubt. The film is reminiscent of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998) which was heaped with praise since Terry Gilliam directed it. That does not change the fact that after watching the film, one wonders whether Depp's character did any of the actions shown on screen. In American Psycho, the disappointment was much stronger because the production values were so much higher. Whereas FLiLV looked sleazy, AP looked exquisite; interspersed with the shock segments, that is. I expected some sort of value for having suffered through the recurring horrific images, the type one expects from a slasher film or a mild gore-fest, but done by someone like Hitchcock.
If American Psycho is considered as a collage, bits of the film were good for witty conversation or for commentary on the 1980s and the top 1 percent of the top 1 percent. The collage as a whole, though, is just an incoherent collection of high quality materials badly assembled.
The last two minutes were almost interesting, but the rest of the film did not support the message. The effect as a whole is doubled: who cares? It is all delusion and of no point at all.