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Bale plays Patrick Bateman, a slick-suited Wall Streeter who doesn't actually appear to work for a living. Instead, he just expresses his masculine insecurities in juvenile pissing contests with his similarly pin-striped colleagues, comparing business cards while all sporting their matching, gelled-back hairstyles.
By night, Patrick Bateman becomes a menacing, chainsaw-wielding killer, in a disturbingly and darkly comic way. It's not funny in the strictest sense, but it's not a horror movie either. It's stuck somewhere in between, the same way Patrick is stuck between his many personalities.
Bottom line: mostly just weird.
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