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greetings earthlings, it’s @lilapearl. I’ve taken over #vulturemovieclub for our American Psycho live-watch. Welcome to a world of valentino couture, very fine chardonnay, and lots of murder. take off your facemask and cut some lines, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.
The opening credits set the tone for the entire movie — what looks like dripping blood turns out to be raspberry sauce on “rare-roasted partridge breast.” You think you’re seeing one movie, but suddenly, it’s something else.
Harron had one of many fights with her producers over the title sequence — concerned about the budget, they wanted plain white letters on black. “I don’t think they had high hopes for the movie,” Harron told me. https://www.vulture.com/2020/04/mary-harron-american-psycho-in-conversation.html
The idle chatter over dinner sets up one of the central tensions in the film — a pervasive, almost debilitating face blindness. Maybe it’s the self-absorption, or the tremendous quantities of cocaine, but none of them can tell each other apart.
