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Rating: Null/10 (14 May 2000)

You are a wall street executive. You meet high flyers everyday. Your friends gather at SOHO restaurants to discuss who has a better visiting card or who can get a table at Dorris or which big personality is having an affair with which other big personality. People talk to you mistaking you for someone else. Fiancees chat away to glory while you are busy thinking of office problems and threaten to create a scene when you give it to them straight that you can't take it anymore. The most important issue in your life is which moisturiser you use, the suit you wear, the view from your apartment (which obviously decides its costs), and how many crunches you can do in a go. You attend wild might parties where no one listens to anyone else - even if they are talking about murders and executions. People talk with authority about how Sikhs are killing the Jews in Sri Lanka. Slowly the hollowness of society dawns on you and you want to put an end to it. Patrick Bateman starts by putting an end to a homeless man on the street and follows it up with some of his friends and then street hookers and then anyone he meets on the road, in this Deadly Satire American Psycho. He is not seeking a solution. He is the problem. There is a hint about the crimes being Patricks figment of imagination. The scrapbook found by the secratary, the blowing up of police car in dream like fashion and lawyer's claim of having met one of the victims in London, point to that direction. Every once in a while, a director comes along and makes a movie which portrays a glossy cover but inside it is an art movie with very boring message (if you can get to it). Matrix did it for religion, Eyes Wide Shut did it for Man Woman relationship and now American Psycho does it for psuedo life of the rich on Wall Street. This is certainly not meant for people with weak heart. If a portion of your brain enjoyed Silence of the lambs, you may be qualified to see it.