Movies I’ve seen this week:


American Psycho

Got it on DVD at HMV in Scotland back soon after it came out and I’ve seen it now four or five times. It’s just perfect.

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.


The Shortcut

Crazy grandpa in the forest, is my favorite kind of horror. When we could see who’s at the end of the chain, and the old man won’t be able to escape, I thought, maybe he’s not the killer, but then… he pulled the chain and this kid’s wrist broke! This was followed by the old man turned around and killed him! The idea with the two brothers continuing old men tradition of killing did not disappoint either.


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Night of the demons

I’ve only seen the remake and it was fun. Loved the rock soundrack. Though I hate happy endings, the main character had a great idea with the whole hanging thing. Thought it was weird the demons did not bother to check if she was truly dead.



A new horror from John Carpenter. I loved the idea of a university built on a mental hospital with a crazy ghost of a doctor still haunting and killing patient. The ending did not make sense. How can anyone kill a ghost in a regular murder way other than with exorcisms?