American Psycho was on TV last night. And I thought I was crazy. Unemployment is bad, but if success begets that sort of behavior ( I know it's just a book/movie), I'm going to join Terenzi in Nicaragua. Speaking of that particular Central American nation, I am reminded of the Sandinistas. Not because Rob lives with one, but because, like those guerillas, Patrick Bateman is a revolutionary. It is not a revolution turned outward, however, as it may seem watching him hack up Paul Allen with an axe, blood spilling all over his apartment in the American Gardens Building (nice). No, instead it is a revolution against himself, and as a consequence of his identity, the predominant culture of his, and indeed our, time.
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