American Psycho Ending

I just don't understand. Was he killing those people all along? Or was it all in his head?

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He was clowning all along.

my question is why he decided against killing the secretary after he clearly planned to

I like to imagine he did it and he just legitimately got away with it

truth be told nobody really knows

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Brief moment of clarity

Because she's cute

the scene with the realtor at paul's old apartment hints at this

like basically everyone is so self centered and focused on yuppie shit they'd rather just sweep it under the rug

Dubs say he didn’t.

The Realtor said it wasnt even Paul's place though. And I thought that one dude towards the end said Paul couldnt be dead because he had just met him in London

Dubs and I kill myself.

dubs and you kill yourself

It does not matter. He was living a lifestyle where he could have been (and wanted to be) a killer and no one would even notice because shallow, vapid, new york yuppies are barely human.

hey were you in the stream too?

Dubs and we kill ourselves.

Yes. Was /comfy/ fren

They had cases of mistaken identity throughout the entire movie. They are all so interchangeable and self centered that the only one who seems to be able to distinguish between everyone is Bateman.

yeah, but look at his face when he says it. they are covering it up because it would be bad for the company

Yes, he did. Most of them, at least.
The point is that no one cares, because they're up their own asses. They don't even know who he is and constantly mistake him for other people, the same way Paul Allen would be mistaken for other people then.
He subjectively doesn't even exist.

the realtor doesnt want prospective tenants to know about the prior tenant's mysterious disappearance

that's why when she bluffs bateman with the "oh you saw the ad in the Times? ... there was no ad in the Times" she realizes he knows and tells him to GTFO


but overall it's intentionally vague because that still doesn't explain the massive police shootout that just ends

he didnt

he's also not 'just' crazy

what i got from the movie was that his lifestyle was already insane, and just because he started killing people in his head doesn't make him crazier in any great degree

I honestly thought it was all in his head. The art in his date book was the window into his psyche.

What the fuck up was with him blowing up the cop car. He even looked at his gun, totally confused when it happens.

>shallow, vapid, new york yuppies
You can say jews.

FALSE!
>*announcer sound*
>Y-Y-YOU LOSE!

>that one dude towards the end said Paul couldnt be dead because he had just met him in London
Everyone was mistaking everyone for someone else throughout the whole movie because they were all fake and stuck up their own asses. The friendliness was all a facade and no one really cared about anyone enough to actually remember who they were. This was just another example of this.

Cool it with the antisemitic remarks.

not everything needs an explanation you literal child.

Isnt there a law that requires a realtor to tell prospective buyers about deaths of previous owners?

art is up to us to interpret but here's the author's take

>“American Psycho is a book about becoming the man you feel you have to be, the man who is cool, slick, handsome, effortlessly moving through the world, modeling suits in Esquire, having babes on his arm. It’s about lifestyle being sold as life, a lifestyle that never seemed to include passion, creativity, curiosity, romance, pain. Everything meaningful wiped away in favour of surfaces, in favor of looking good, having money, having six-pack abs, dating the hottest porn star, going to the hottest clubs… I think Fight Club is about this, too — this idea that men are sold a bill of goods about what they have to be in order to feel good about themselves, or feel important. No one can really live up to these ideals, so there’s an immense amount of dissatisfaction roiling through the collective male psyche. Patrick Bateman is the extreme embodiment of that dissatisfaction. Nothing fulfills him. The more he acquires, the emptier he feels.”

the doodles in the movie show a lot of stuff described in the book that they couldn't show even with an R rating

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The show is about insanity and is deliberately vague about what happens. This is a discussion for the reliability of the main character. It is a fair question to ask since it was basically the climax.

ive lived in new york and they wouldnt tell you if the dead tenant was still there in the tub

I'm sure regardless if that is true. No realtor would pass up selling an apartment in the middle of downtown New York.

>the doodles in the movie show a lot of stuff described in the book that they couldn't show even with an R rating
Oh shit many any examples?

Dubs and I get dubs

>explain the massive police shootout that just ends
Hallucination

>AMERICAN PSYCHO I LOVE THAT MOVIE

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ive lived a bunch of places and they have the most fucked up system there with "broker fees" it's highway robbery

you can only see an apartment through a broker, and all they do is show you available places ... which you do yourself anywhere else

for that privilege you pay them a full month's rent, on top of your first month's rent, and on top of security deposit (another month)

very hard to rent an apartment there without going through a broker

Dubs and L. becomes my girlfriend.

That guy has terrible teeth

I always loved the part where he tries to shove the cat into the ATM.
It's the point where the disconnect from reality is most evident but he's so used to getting his money that he doesn't care about stuffing it in there.

I don't think he killed any of those people.
Patrick has everything that society told him would make him happy, but he's starting to hate it and he wants a sense of freedom and he gets this freedom from killing people
I just get the feeling he fantasies about it.
He gets away with too many crazy things where i feel like its just something he wishes he could do.

You can't just add a Onions meme to everything you dislike

was he a psycho for murdering people or because he thought he got away with it?

He was a pyscho for having fantasises about killing people and enjoying them

>He was a pyscho for having fantasises about killing people and enjoying them
uh oh

>uh oh
what's wrong user?

Remember the pills he took?
He's medicated and has a lot of mental issues.

At the end he realizes everything he did was a long fantasy and it doesn't matter because nobody cares what he fantasies about and instead what he does.
So at the end he's about to do everything he didn't.

Dubs and I get a girlfriend for real.

He obviously can, he's from reddit.

Memes aside, I fucking love it.

It's a damn good film when you actually take it seriously.

when the detective asks if he listens to huey lewis and the news

why does bateman not just say no but make the comment that huey is too "black sounding" for him

"Act natural."

tfw mine look just like that minus the fillings

If Paul Allen was alive all that time why they hired a detective to look for him?

In the book the detective was more or less a mirror of Bateman himself, a sort of manifested inner consciousness... At least that's my interpretation of it.
There was no detective or he hired the detective himself to legitimize the release of finally killing someone in his fantasy.

He pours hydrochloric acid on a hooker's cunt and shoves a hamster tube and brie into it, puts a starved rat into her vagina, and traps it in to eat its way out, all while the girl in conscious. He also drills away her teeth and nails her to the floor.
His girlfriend Bethany, mentioned in the end of the movie, is raped, bear maxed, and so filled with nails she barely had hands anymore. Bateman couldn't cum while skullfucking her so he stopped and the scene ended. I believe that's when he talked about Duke.
After killing Al the homeless black man, in the book he goes to McDonald's and orders three extra-creamy large vanilla shakes, one at a time. He notices a lot of Mexicans.

Checked

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>he goes to McDonald's and orders three extra-creamy large vanilla shakes, one at a time
What why

Because she had actual feelings for him. She wasn't using him for money or status or anything. She was just attracted to him.

he kills a young kid in the zoo and it's the only one he feels bad about if i'm remembering it right

this is the only thing that is certain

He pretends to be a doctor and help him, I don't think he felt bad, just uninterested, though I may be wrong.

The author of the book said it was supposed to be ambiguous. The director of the movie explicitly said that they failed to deliver this and that it was more implied that none of it happened.

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He doesn't kill people that actually like him. Same reason he never kills the gay guy. He's a good person, just completely corrupted and driven insane by being in a world and time he hates

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But that's wrong. Brett Easton Ellis is on record saying that the book simply doesn't make sense if none of the murders happened.

Does it get exhausting to hate everything all the time and to be under so many levels of irony that you can't admit to ever legitimately enjoying something?

That's a lot of reaching. In the book, other people mention the detective. His secretary for one, and one of his friends for two. Granted, if we're just talking about the movie, things could have changed. But there's almost no question that at least some of the murders happened in the book.

the truth is I USED TO BE A RENEGADE

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Shut up kike.

Checked

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"Paul, squash."

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I USED TO SNEED AROUND

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Both off by one

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If dubs he did kill all of those people

He killed some of them

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check these dubs

It is settled then. Well done!

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bret sounds very politically correct here.
also: who the fuck would want to date a porn star??? Eew.

Not politically correct as it's about men's issues and feminists think female issues are more important and furthermore if you try to talk about men's issues outside of the very limited scope that they overlap in feminism, they accuse you of being a virgin woman hater.

Yea reddit hates the movie

I THINK DORSIA SUCKS

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>He didn't kill cute sec and a gay guy
Haven't watched the movie, only parts, becuse it sucked bad. But this sounds like the director being PC

For fucks sake why is everyone trying to find political correctness from old movies. Patrick didn't kill him because he hesitated and then was shocked when he discovered Luis had feelings for him and just ran away

>For fucks sake why is everyone trying to find political correctness from old movies
Because the director is a female and you know how much they love PC

He's crazier in the book.

>"Loosening my suspenders, ignoring beggars, beggars ignoring me, sweat-drenched, delirious, I find myself back downtown in Tower Records and I compose myself, muttering over and over to no one, “I’ve gotta return my videotapes, I’ve gotta return my videotapes,” and I buy two copies of my favorite compact disc, Bruce Willis, The Return of Bruno, and then I’m stuck in the revolving door for five full spins and I trip out onto the street, bumping into Charles Murphy from Kidder Peabody or it could be Bruce Barker from Morgan Stanley, whoever, and he says “Hey, Kinsley” and I belch into his face, my eyes rolling back into my head, greenish bile dripping in strings from my bared fangs, and he suggests, unfazed, “See you at Fluties, okay? Severt too?” I screech and while backing away I bump into a fruit stand at a Korean deli, collapsing stacks of apples and oranges and lemons, that go rolling onto the sidewalk, over the curb and into the street where they’re splattered by cabs and cars and buses and trucks and I’m apologizing, delirious, offering a screaming Korean my platinum AmEx accidentally, then a twenty, which he immediately takes, but still he grabs me by the lapels of the stained, wrinkled jacket I’ve forced myself back into and when I look up into his slanty-eyed round face he suddenly bursts into the chorus of Lou Christie’s “Lightnin’ Strikes.” I pull away, horrified, stumbling uptown, toward home, but people, places, stores keep interrupting me, a drug dealer on Thirteenth Street who offers me crack and blindly I wave a fifty at him and he says “Oh, man” gratefully and shakes my hand, pressing five vials into my palm which I proceed to eat whole and the crack dealer stares at me, trying to mask his deep disturbance with an amused glare, and I grab him by the neck and croak out, my breath reeking, “The best engine is in the BMW 750iL,” and then I move on to a phone booth, where I"

Point is that it doesn't matter whether he committed the act or not. American Psycho is a critique on the Wall Street types who survive on what essentially amounts to cannibalism.

>Working Out

>Free weights and Nautilus equipment relieve stress. My body responds to the workout accordingly. Shirtless, I scrutinize my image in the mirror above the sinks in the locker room at Xclusive. My arm muscles burn, my stomach is as taut as possible, my chest steel, pectorals granite hard, my eyes white as ice. In my locker in the locker room at Xclusive lie three vaginas I recently sliced out of various women I’ve attacked in the past week. Two are washed off, one isn’t. There’s a barrette clipped to one of them, a blue ribbon from Hermès tied around my favorite.

>Taking an Uzi to the Gym

>On a moonless night, in the starkness of the locker room at Xclusive, after working out for two hours, I’m feeling good. The gun in my locker is an Uzi which cost me seven hundred dollars and though I am also carrying a Ruger Mini ($469) in my Bottega Veneta briefcase and it’s favored by most hunters, I still don’t like the way it looks; there’s something more manly about an Uzi, something dramatic about it that gets me excited, and sitting here, Walkman on my head, in a pair of two-hundred-dollar black Lycra bicycle shorts, a Valium just beginning to take effect, I stare into the darkness of the locker, tempted. The rape and subsequent murder last night of an NYU student behind the Gristede’s on University Place, near her dorm, however inappropriate the timing, no matter how uncharacteristic the lapse, was highly satisfying and though I’m unprepared by my change of heart, I’m in a reflective mood and I place the gun, which is a symbol of order to me, back in the locker, to be used at another time. I have videotapes to return, money to be taken out of an automated teller, a dinner reservation at 150 Wooster that was difficult to get.

I need to re-read it this year

It's very good and the movie does an excellent job of adapting it to the screen.

It's about double digits user

Check em

The film felt like a reel of "greatest hits" -scenes when I had finished the book. I still like it tho.

>Though I am satisfied at first by my actions, I’m suddenly jolted with a mournful despair at how useless, how extraordinarily painless, it is to take a child’s life. This thing before me, small and twisted and bloody, has no real history, no worthwhile past, nothing is really lost. It’s so much worse (and more pleasurable) taking the life of someone who has hit his or her prime, who has the beginnings of a full history, a spouse, a network of friends, a career, whose death will upset far more people whose capacity for grief is limitless than a child’s would, perhaps ruin many more lives than just the meaningless, puny death of this boy. I’m automatically seized with an almost overwhelming desire to knife the boy’s mother too, who is in hysterics, but all I can do is slap her face harshly and shout for her to calm down. For this I’m given no disapproving looks. I’m dimly aware of light coming into the room, of a door being opened somewhere, of the presence of zoo officials, a security guard, someone—one of the tourists?—taking flash pictures, the penguins freaking out in the tank behind us, slamming themselves against the glass in a panic. A cop pushes me away, even though I tell him I’m a physician. Someone drags the boy outside, lays him on the ground and removes his shirt. The boy gasps, dies. The mother has to be restrained.

So far a great thread. Cheers m8s

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Tserriednich

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Nooooo why did you have to post that numale now I can't like american psycho anymore

Wtf just watched this today

BIG DIGITS

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Goddamn you're a retard

Nobody is taking your meme movie from you if you enjoyed it, we don't have to pretend it's good to make you comfortable

Yea you dropped that political correctness b8 pretty fast faggot

>Brett Easton Ellis is on record saying that the book simply doesn't make sense if none of the murders happened.

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>nobody cares about a mass murderer among them because everyone is a self obsessed yuppie

That's real deep yo

Did you forget the chapter where he pours chocolate over a urin cake and feeds it to a girl in a chinese restaurant by claiming it's a specialty

top kek

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