American Psycho

Given its reputation on TikTok, I approached American Psycho with incredibly low expectations—but I was genuinely surprised by how much I enjoyed it. Normally, I’m not drawn to horror-comedies, but this film made me question my own tastes. What stood out most was the character development. The way Patrick Bateman’s persona is built—the contrast between his outwardly polished, cultured image and the primal, almost animalistic identity lurking beneath—is fascinating. I especially appreciated the intimate insight into his thoughts, his obsession with music, and how the film makes the audience complicit in his double life. It’s an oddly thrilling experience to feel like you’re in on the secret behind his perfectly constructed façade. “I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust.” As someone who appreciates films like Exit Through the Gift Shop, I have a soft spot for ambiguous endings, and American Psycho delivers that in full. Whether Bateman actually committed the murders or imagined the entire thing remains one of the film’s most intriguing debates. Personally, I lean toward the interpretation that it all took place in his mind. Scenes like the ATM demanding he feed it a stray cat and the over-the-top murder spree seem far too surreal for the film’s otherwise grounded tone—especially when considering how vividly the movie establishes Bateman’s distorted reality and hallucinations. His final confession can’t be taken at face value, either. He’s an unreliable narrator by design. Also, for the record—Bateman definitely had the best business card.