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Patrick Bateman, 27, flamboyant golden-boy of Wall Street before the crash of October 1987 is beautiful, rich and intelligent, like all his friends. He attended the finest restaurants, where it is impossible to get a reservation if there is not someone going in trendy clubs and snorting occasionally a rail of coke, like any good yuppie.

But Patrick has a little feature: it is a psychopath. Shelter in the apartment unaffordable in the midst of its latest gadgets and his furniture made of precious materials, he killed, beheaded, slaughtered, raped her. His hatred of the poor, gay men and women is unlimited, and his humor cold is the only trace of humanity that we can find him.

Making an adaptation of American Psycho was a risky business, for me the novel is inadequate. Indeed, while the book puts us in the heart of the darkest thoughts of Patrick Bateman, the film may not, by definition, we reduce our role as spectators outside. How come then transcribe the screen all the complexity of the character? The disappointment was inevitable.

The film is actually a good pale reflection of what the book. The director, Mary Harron, has chosen to focus his story on the murders and schizophrenic delusions of Patrick Bateman and minimize social criticism. While in the book, you wait almost half of the story that starts killing Bateman, this happens very quickly in the film. The entire first part containing the character's life, punctuated by his dinners at the restaurant, its clubbing, its consumption of cocaine is shipped. We find of course some chokepoints such as the comparison of cards, the ritual of the shower. There are some descriptions of clothing, enumerations luxury brands but it is minimalist. When the scenes of violence, they are discreetly shown. Do not expect to find the outrageous gore in the book. Only a few splashes of blood evidence of massacres. As for the most violent scenes from the book (cannibalism, infanticide, rape, torture) they have simply disappeared. It had to be expected, the film was rated X otherwise.

But despite that, I confess that I still managed to enjoy this film for what it is. Certainly, history is redacted from what it was more shocking, certainly shortcuts are taken huge to fit 527 pages into a movie of 102 minutes, but the film is brought to an arm's length by Christian Bale who plays Patrick Bateman extraordinary to perfection. All the madness of the character is evident in his interpretation. I doubt anyone who has not read the book arrives to pick up the pieces of this patchwork implementation. But I, having just closed the book, I found my account.

Anyway, nothing can replace reading this extraordinary novel what American Psycho. If you've never read, give him his chance, he deserves it. When the film, it is nice to look for the interpretation of Christian Bale, the rest being too bland to titillate our appetite for deviant and subversive films.