American Psycho

A lean and mean horror comedy classic.

Harron's adaptation of Ellis's novel is brilliant, probably better than the book itself.

A withering condemnation of a culture where greed is a virtue, a culture that you don't have to feel guilty for laughing at.

Pace is sleek, airless and apt.

It's not a great film, but let's face it: Considering the source, this is as good as it was ever going to get.

A standard-issue slasher movie, stylishly shot, but with little to distinguish it from a long line of "Psycho"-spawned gorefests.

Most of American Psycho just sits there, looking at trouble, rather than looking for it - complacent, overjoyed in fact to exist at all.

Christian Bale delivers one of the greatest performances of his career. He doesn’t just play Bateman—he is Bateman. Every expression, every movement, every sudden shift between charm and cold-blooded insanity is absolutely perfect. It’s rare to see a character this unhinged yet so controlled at the same **** film’s commentary on consumerism, narcissism, and the emptiness of 1980s excess is razor-sharp. It’s both disturbing and hilarious, with moments that make you laugh before immediately making you question why you’re laughing. The iconic business card scene, the surreal dinner conversations, the chilling monologues—every moment is crafted to keep you engaged and uncomfortable in the best way **** that ending? Pure genius. It leaves you questioning everything, making you want to rewatch the whole film just to catch the details you missed. American Psycho isn’t just a great psychological thriller—it’s one of the smartest, most stylish films ever made. If you haven’t seen it, fix that immediately.

Well it's definitely what the title says he's a american psycho. That's an understatement. Really good movie.

Bale's over-the-top performance is what really keeps this loony, dark dramedy afloat. I suppose it was only a matter of time until someone got the idea to create a character who is both an arrogrant, narcisssistic, upper crust young businessman and a vicious serial killer, but writer Bret E. Ellis gets the credit. There is not much to like here, and hardly anyone to root for, with the exception of the main character's secretary. It is Wall Street in the 1980s, and the characters are vapid jerks, lost in a world of designer clothes, reservations at chic restaurants, and cocaine-fueled partying. The cynicism is laid on with a shovel, and the outbursts of evil madness and humor are pretty bizarre. Watch while our killer begins his rampages with little critical reviews of 1980s pop music albums. Why? And why bother watching? I found myself asking that question a lot, until Bale appears to save the day.

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This gotta be a parody. There is no way this is an actual movie. I don't believe it. If I'd be to see this as a comedic thriller I would give it a way higher score.