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american psycho
The popular film American Psycho probably does not need any introduction to anyone I know. Christian Bale plays a wealthy 1980s investment banker, Patrick Bateman, who becomes so agitated and enraged with his shallow lifestyle that he becomes a serial killer, his first victims being a homeless man and his dog. Bateman goes on to murder about a dozen people in the movie, ranging from friends to prostitutes to random passers-by. The film ends on a deliberate non-climax, and Bateman is never caught or punished.



I've mentioned feeling so alienated from other humans that I don't believe I'm a member of your species. This feeling grows stronger when I think about the concept of horror movies, and the feeling becomes particularly acute when it comes to American Psycho specifically.

The public voluntarily pays money to see an actor play out scenes where he violently murders people by stabbing them with knives or hacking them to death with an ax or a chainsaw. They willfully watch the movie--marketed as a "dark comedy"--from beginning to end, on purpose, and enjoy it so much that they buy the DVD.

While waiting for a midnight show to begin at the Main Art Theatre one time, a preview for American Psycho came up. When the audience saw Christian Bale/Patrick Bateman's face and knew what movie it was for, the audience was audibly aroused. "Yes!" "Woo!" They were smiling, while I felt the blood drain from my face and felt sick to my stomach. They associated the sight of the movie's protagonist (?) with the pleasure they have experienced when watching the movie before. Your species *likes* this, and I am not one of you. (I admit I've only seen parts of the movie, watched the preview, and I later read a synopsis of the plot. I couldn't stand to see the whole thing.)

Why do you people like this movie? I'll tell you why: Murder/sex fantasies. You derive sexual pleasure from seeing a buff, handsome actor using his manly strength to butcher weaker human beings like livestock.



In one scene, Bateman has a rough threesome with two prostitutes who are merely battered and bloody by the end. But in a later sex scene--also a threesome, but with one of those prostitutes and a female friend of Bateman's--he stabs one of the women to death mid-coitus and kills the second one with a chainsaw as she tries to escape. I instinctively want to ask you humans what sort of pleasure you derive from that scene, but like I said, I think I already know the answer.

There is violence in movies all the time, but non-horror films include it in order to invoke a very different reaction. Hotel Rwanda and Schindler's List, for example, say something about human greed, hatred and delusion and their almost unimaginably tragic consequences. But imagine seeing a preview for Schindler's List in the theater and hearing your fellow audience members become enraptured upon seeing the face of Nazi Amon Goeth, played by Ralph Fiennes. "Yes!" "Woo!"

(Americans do actually have a creepy Nazi fetish, but that's a topic for another day--and I don't think Schindler's List was a part of that anyway.)

Maybe I just don't understand horror movies. Why do they show gruesome, bloody murder? People must enjoy seeing gruesome, bloody murder. Why do they contain so much screaming in fear and pain? People must enjoy hearing screams of fear and pain. I don't know what else to make of it. People must want to watch movies where characters are incapacitated, tortured, forced to beg for their lives, and hacked to death. What the fuck is the matter with you? Whatever species the fans of this film and others like it belong to, I am not one of its members. I feel very comfortable dividing the citizens of Earth into two categories: those who derive pleasure from watching a man stab a woman to death while having sex with her in a "dark comedy", and those who don't. Although the goodness and beauty of your species do outweigh the bad, I still look at you humans and feel absolutely no recognition or kinship whatsoever.

What's that you say? American Psycho is really just a critique of the excesses of the 1980s? As opposed to the social restraint of the 1960s and 1970s, and the tepid, almost Victorian 1990s and early 2000s? Gee-whiz! Okay, never mind, everything's fine. Humungus cell phones lol



P.S. Someone please explain to the director how nail guns actually work.

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