Movies I’ve seen this week:
I’ve seen it waaay too many times.
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 yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
I have all the characteristics of a human being: flesh, blood, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don’t know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
Harold, it’s Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You’re my lawyer so I think you should know: I’ve killed a lot of people. Some girls in the apartment uptown uh, some homeless people maybe 5 or 10 um an NYU girl I met in Central Park. I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun, and some man uh some old faggot with a dog last week. I killed another girl with a chainsaw, I had to, she almost got away and uh someone else there I can’t remember maybe a model, but she’s dead too. And Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell’s Kitchen. I don’t want to leave anything out here. I guess I’ve killed maybe 20 people, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it, uh some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even, um… I ate some of their brains, and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I, uh, I just had to kill a LOT of people. And I’m not sure I’m gonna get away with it this time. I guess I’ll uh, I mean, ah, I guess I’m a pretty uh, I mean I guess I’m a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry’s Bar, so you know, keep your eyes open.
My rate 8/10
Crazy grandpa in the forest, my favorite kind. The scene with an old man Benjamin was the best. When we could see how the chain ends, and the old man won’t be able to escape, I thought, ok, so maybe his not a killer, but then…When he pulled the chain so that this kid had his wrist broken, too cool. And then turned around and kill him! The idea with the two brothers continuing old men tradition of killing, so great, though I don’t know if the old man should shut himself, that was just too easy. Good movie. I had a nice time.
My rate: 7/10
‘Night of the demons’
I’ve seen the old one a long time ago, but now watched a remake, and it was pretty good. Great music, I would say. Though I hate happy endings, this main character had a good idea with this hanging thing. Though this is pretty weird that demons didn’t check if she was really dead.
My rate: 5/10
I was hoping this is going to be good, cause the idea of an university built on mental hospital with a crazy doctor is pretty awesome. Terrible ending, how could she kill the doctor, as he was a ghost? Was that a happy ending?
My rate: 4/10