I call back the first time I ever sawAmerican Psychoin vivid , vomitous detail .
If you ’ve visit American Psycho , you ’ll recognise what I mean when I say watching the film is like wading through a warm , seductive pool of contempt . The parody of the bankerly modus vivendi — throwing cash around , obsessing over business cards , insulting women , hating piteous mass — was so thick that I could n’t stop laughing . The longer it goes on , the funnier the exaggeration became , and by the destruction , my entire idea of Wall Street had been painted by Bret Easton Ellis ’s absurdity .
The year was 2007 , and I was in Cambridge take my 2nd swing at college . For reasons I wo n’t get into , I ’d result schoolhouse a year before and spend a year doing glorified data entry in London where I learned how to drink and how not to play while drink . My only real contact with banker tend to take place in the messy minutes after the saloon closed , and you ’d see proper Oxford - educated stockbroker puking on the sidewalk and pissing in the gutters . “ So that ’s what it ’s wish to have money , ” I remember thinking .
Cambridge was a more sober town , but not for our lack of drinking . In fact , we drank quite a act , build Great Pyramid of Pabst cans on our balcony and doing serious thing with energy drinks . Hey , it was college . We were n’t the only ones .
We decided to stick in that dark . I ca n’t recall if it was too cold or too boring to go out . ( It always seemed to be one or the other in the years I spent living in and around Boston . But I ’d corrupt the American Psycho DVD at Newbury Comics and was dying to see it . My acquaintance … errrr … let ’s call him Patrick . My friend Patrick was dying to play a drinking game while we watch and somehow , alas , we tally upon Edward Fortyhands . So we hustled down to the corner storage , picked up a few Colt .45s , and got out the duct magnetic tape . The goal was to wind up before the end of the movie , and the booty was bragging rights . After all , I ’d spent all my gambling money on DVDs and malted milk liquor .
During the last vista , I finished my beers and bug out tearing the nursing bottle off my sweaty hands . My booster Patrick was a good room behind me , but he was a militant variety of guy and decided that he had to finish second so he chugged both of his bottles . Bad estimation . No sooner did he burp the word “ Done ! ” than he spew out the contents of his stomach back into the 40 bottle and then all over my floor . “ Damnit , ” he enounce wiping his back talk clean with the back of his bridge player still taped to the bottle . “ I was so close-fitting to winning . ”
A twelvemonth later , I ’d left school ( and the country ) again , and Patrick had taken a job with Bear Sterns in New York . Somehow , everything worked out , finally . I did polish off shoal . Patrick , miraculously , weathered the Financial Crisis . We never did toy Edward Fortyhands again , though .
American Psycho hits Netflix this calendar month . I could n’t advocate it more enthusiastically . Word to the fresh : hop-skip the drink plot and focus on the script . Despite my introduction to it , I hold that it ’s one of the good flick this genesis ’s ever control .
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