Some chefs long to cook for royalty; others aspire to Michelin stars. Freelance chef Francis Derby always dreamed of cooking a six-course dinner based on American Psycho.
Last Thursday, Williamsburg’s Nitehawk Cinema granted Mr. Derby his wish. The evening featured six dishes, prepared by Mr. Derby and served at perfectly timed intervals throughout a screening Read More
Big Apple Idolatry
– Maybe? Hopefully? Last week, the American Psycho author went on Twitter to vent about Lindsay Lohan missing her ADR (basically, redubbing tracks when the audio was unintelligible) for their upcoming film, The Canyons. He threatened to sic Patrick Bateman on her, which could only end one way:
An Unbroken Series of Successful Gestures
The girls, so many girls, dressed in pastel-colored wraps that bared shoulders and the swells of their cleavage, clacked their Louboutin heels up a SoHo staircase one muggy May evening.
At the landing, visibly breathless and sweaty, their eyes lit up. They had entered the penthouse loft of Edward Scott Brady, the boyishly handsome world traveler, former classical cello virtuoso and “retired entrepreneur,” who was throwing a “Welcome Back Bash” to honor his return from his seventh trip around the globe.
So-called “American psycho” Patrick Bateman, who graduated from Harvard in 1984, would be 50 this year, if he were a person living in the real world; the novel commemorating his romp through New York in the late 1980s and early 1990s turns 20 this year. Anniversaries! So meaningful as a way to Read More
Any fan of the novel American Psycho and its 2000 big screen counterpart knows that the music is as integral to the work as the murders. In both, Patrick Bateman, the gore-obsessed 1980s Wall Street executive, spends nearly as much time dissecting Whitney Houston and Genesis’ bodies of work as he does, um, dissecting bodies. Read More
Imagine the true confessions of Bret Easton Ellis. Not just the sex and the drugs and the sappy pop-music soundtrack; not just the pseudo-celebrity, the small-world publishing gossip and the flash profits from minimalist anomie and splatter-porn; not just, as he puts it, “Propaganda designated [sic] to enhance the already very chic image of author Read More
A few years ago, Paul Sevigny was an average Wall Street guy in a suit who knew nothing about Manhattan nightlife. He got up at 4:15 a.m. to catch a train from Connecticut. Now he can be found at the same hour, still wearing a suit, but playing records at nightclubs until dawn, when he Read More
Early in Mary Harron’s and Guinevere Turner’s script adaptation of Bret Easton Ellis’ American Psycho , Patrick Bateman, the handsome 26-year-old yuppie serial killer, stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror of his minimalist Manhattan apartment (Georg Baselitz painting hung upside down). Bateman, in voice-over, has just explained, in detail, his extensive morning hygiene Read More