I haven’t watched any of “Hannibal” yet, not having the ability to satisfactorily live stream and not being willing to pay for DVDs (after all, they don’t have Richard in them). 😉
I do intend to read the book “Red Dragon,” if I can just get to the library one day or locate an inexpensive copy. Having seen the film “Manhunter,” I am already familiar with the story. But I am indulging in a little blood and nuttiness tonight. It’s less fattening than Blue Bell ice cream, anyway.
Currently, I’m re-watching the 2000 film “American Psycho” on Sundance TV. IMHO, Christian Bale is brilliant in the role of handsome Harvard grad, Patrick Bateman, an investment banker on Wall Street in the 1980s . Patrick is obsessed with looking good, going to the right restaurants, the hottest clubs, living in the best part of town, having the most attractive business card. He’s greedy and vain, pretentious and self-absorbed, the complete narcissist. And those are his good qualities.
He’s also a sadistic serial killer, lusting after blood even more than Valentino suits and high-rise apartments with great views. He doesn’t merely want to take his victims’ lives; he takes bites right out of their bodies (hmmm, what is this reminding me of?). Ultimately, we are not certain if all or any of his horrendous crimes have actually taken place or happen solely inside one man’s sick and twisted psyche.
AP is a searing indictment of a decade during which many of the “haves” believed greed was good and nothing succeeded like excess (why have one prostitute when you can afford two, and have sex in front of a big mirror so you can admire your buff physique and sexual prowess while you are at it?).
It’s a satire, it’s a horror film and often it’s–hilarious. In a rather dark way, of course. I haven’t read the 1991 Brett Easton Ellis book on which the film is based; from what I have read online, the movie does a great job of hinting at some of Bateman’s more horrific acts without actually displaying them all on screen. Sometimes, less IS more. I always found the alien in the film franchise of the same name to be far more frightening when we only caught fleeting glimpses of the creature.
AP almost received an NC-17 rating, but it seems this wasn’t due to violence or blood and gore, rather to that graphic three-way scene with the prostitutes. It was trimmed enough to make the MPA satisfied with giving the film an “R” rating. Of all the characters in the film, those girls and Bateman’s sweet secretary are the only ones I feel any sort of sympathy for.
There’s some smarts on display here–it’s definitely not your bog-standard slasher flick, as it could have so easily been. Mary Harron does an excellent job in the director’s chair, and there are several good performances, but ultimately, it’s Bales’ movie .
There’s this promotional image below I remember seeing in Entertainment Weekly when the film came out . I know, I know, the man’s got (fake) blood on his face, and I shouldn’t find it alluring–yet, I do (I’m sure that the fact I find Christian Bale attractive doesn’t hurt). What if it was Mr. A’s tongue on display . . .
Oh, my, how might Francis Dolarhyde affect me? Guess I will find out this summer when he arrives on the scene.