But enough about my erection, I'm here today to discuss a very important topic: The way American Psycho was translated into a film destroying all that was intended by the book. I didn't realise until recently until re-reading the book that the film has put a very annoying line in a very annoying place.
BATEMAN (V.O.)
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some
kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an
entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold
gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping you
and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably
comparable: I simply am not there.
This bastard of a line mostly removes the film of a point at the end, that Patrick Bateman is so inconsequential that his crimes are never realised and that in his abstract world there is no self and everyone is simply what they own, because you already knew he was never really there as such.
Or at least thats what I think, I'm aware for people just watching the film the line probably passes by unnoticed and only resurfaces in the brain at the end, but gosh darn it stuck right in my craw and if the internet isn't for venting then I'm just going to have to make porn instead.
On a porn note though the scene with the Sussudio sex video is absolutely amazing, thanks to Christian Bale's magnificent performance as the slimy, material obsessed arse that is Bateman.
Primo.
Chainsaws and Theatrics,
Chris.
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