Is Bateman even intelligent or smart? Does he actually do anything at his job?

Studying Business at the university setting is pretty easy, the humanities are more challenging than business.

He has nothing. Due to his upbringing, he has never wanted anything in his life. He has no aspirations or dreams. Fuck's sake he doesn't even do anything at his job. His only concerns are where he'll eat, what drugs he'll do, and who he'll fuck. His life is hollow and deep down he knows it. The idea of killing someone seems thrilling to him so he fantasizes about it but is too much of a coward to actually follow through on any of these desires. At the end, he realizes none of it happened and it's all been an elaborate escapist fantasy. Odds are, he killed himself not long after the end of the movie/book. Actually, he probably is too much of a coward to do that too and just kept living until he OD'd at some point.

>my pain is constant and sharp andd I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
I mean he blatantly said why in the end of the movie you fucking monosyllabic ape

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What do you guys think Bateman did after the end?

he had a lot of late fees to pay on overdue videotapes.

there's a sequel, dummy

Lol, why is he hurting tho? He's got everything handed to him.

Not canon

i know, i just wanted to remind everyone that it exists and there's nothing any of us can do to make it go away

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fuck off retard

did you even watch the movie? bateman doing nothing is shown/discussed multiple times

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It's an internal pain. The pain that comes from someone who wants nothing, has nothing left to work towards in life, and therefore has no reason to live anymore. He's like an 80 year old that feels useless but he's in his late 20's or early 30's at the time. I forget his exact age but my point stands. He has so much time left on this earth and nothing left to do. His life is meaningless.

Oh no, imagine the pain of having all that disposable income to afford yourself a life of luxury, how awful.

The idea of having a "purpose" is a spook, Bateman truly is a retard.

except bateman did kill people

the whole point of the movie is that the yuppies all look alike and don't notice/care when somebody gets killed

He's a psychopath, which also means he's a narcissicist. People like him are ruthless ladder-climbers. His success has nothing to do with his daddy, who as far as I remember isn't mentioned at all. He's also far from stupid.

In the book it's mentioned that his father basically runs Pierce & Pierce and that the Bateman family is ludicrously wealthy.

just admit you don't get it

In the movie itself it is stated Bateman's father owns the company he works at, with Evelyn noting that he could take the time off work (to marry her) because his father runs the entire biz; in addition, the detective pokes fun at Bateman for not seeming to do anything all day apart from sitting and trying to get reservations at fancy restaurants.

He's not a fucking ladder-climber, lol, the book explicitly states he came from wealth. And yes he is an idiot. He doesn't display the slightest sign of intelligence, and to boot, everyone around him finds him creepy and dorky or weird, meaning that despite how hard he tries, he fails to even fit in.

Lol imagine being this guy

Blessed thread.

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it's a buddhist type of feeling. Desire only brings misery.

I saw it as a form of daydreaming and escapism, imagining these wild scenarios in which he kills people to make himself feel alive. If you are correct, how do you explain the thing with Paul Allen at the end? Where the lawyer says he talked to Paul earlier even though Bateman killed him.

It sounds like he's saying that either Bateman killed someone he thought was Allen or someone spoke with someone they thought was Allen, but either way people really died.

>At the end, he realizes none of it happened
opinion discarded

>New card. Whaddaya think?

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>Is Bateman even intelligent or smart? Does he actually do anything at his job?
No. That's the entire fucking point.

>At the end, he realizes none of it happened
People forget that Christie seen the bodies too, before taking a flying chainsaw to the back.

Struck me as more of a 110 IQ kind of guy. He's not a complete idiot or anything. His internal monologue shows he's perceptive to social cues. He is useless and largely redundant, but that isn't really a reflection on his IQ.

>perceptive to social cues

Top kek, in both the movie and book he is ridiculed by both his friends and extended social group, and is variously described as weird and "dorky", among other names. He is not perceptive at all, he is the total opposite: he think he is fitting in, when everyone is making fun of him. .

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So you're all saying that a man ran through the hallway naked with a chainsaw revving after a woman screaming bloody murder, tosses it down a stairwell and somehow hits her with it before screaming like a wildman and leaving a giant puddle of blood and it just so happened that no one noticed this and no cops were called? Okay. Read the book.

At the very least, he seems very introspective. Unlike the other yuppies, he actually finds his shallow lifestyle sad and is desperate to find something more. He kills because he's otherwise numb due to his unfulfilled life. As the other user pointed out, a lot of his colleagues think of him as a dork or a loser, he is like the artistic student surrounded by a school jocks who just act and don't think about why they do things.

His monologue in front of the mirror makes it seem to me like he has a decent verbal IQ

Bateman's real issue is that he's a sociopath. He's got no way to connect with people, genuinely, he imitates shit he sees around him, in all the environments he's been, but because everybody else around him is faking it, he ends up imitating their faking.

>Then why is he a dick?
Because he wants there to be something more to his life, but there isn't, and so he vents his rage against random people in acts of violence.

That's either because the building was empty, or people simply didn't give a fuck.

He's 27 years old.

>he realizes none of it happened and it's all been an elaborate escapist fantasy
retard alert

Yeah, we know. It's shown in the film too. But he also sees them doing it and it's part of what fills him with rage. He's not oblivious to it. He's not as dimwitted as you're pretending he is. Either that or you're just not aware of what a typical person with an IQ of 89 is actually like.

The rich socialites probably just didn't care about yet another dead hooker turning up in their apartment.

everyone around bateman is a tard, why treat them decently if they do nothing for you in return lmao

Yeah, nah. He's correct about that part. It is all in his head. How many clues did they need to give you?

It's clear that towards the end his murderous exploits become more elaborate and outlandish, but that doesn't mean the murders themselves didn't happen
Remember the scene when he goes back to Paul Allen's apartment to dispose of the bodies but finds that the land lady had already cleaned the place up?

The point of the business card scene was that they were all hollow yuppie copies of each other. From their positions of extreme privilege they obssess about symbols of status and indulgence.

>His internal monologue shows he's perceptive to social cues.

Hah.

>“Listen. I’ll be daring,” Anne says finally. “I’ll have a Diet Coke with rum.”
>Scott sighs, then smiles, beaming really. “Good.”
>“That’s a caffeine-free Diet Coke, right?” Anne asks the waiter.
>“You know,” I interrupt, “you should have it with Diet Pepsi. It’s much better.”
>“Really?” Anne asks. “What do you mean?”
>“You should have the Diet Pepsi instead of the Diet Coke,” I say. “It’s much better. It’s fizzier. It has a cleaner taste. It mixes better with rum and has a lower sodium content.”
>The waiter, Scott, Anne, and even Courtney—they all stare at me as if I’ve offered some kind of diabolical, apocalyptic observation, as if I were shattering a myth highly held, or destroying an oath that was solemnly regarded, and it suddenly seems almost hushed in Deck Chairs. Last night I rented a movie called Inside Lydia’s Ass and while on two Halcion and in fact sipping a Diet Pepsi, I watched as Lydia—a totally tan bleached-blonde hardbody with a perfect ass and great full tits—while on all fours gave head to this guy with a huge cock while another gorgeous blonde little hardbody with a perfectly trimmed blond pussy knelt behind Lydia and after eating her ass out and sucking on her cunt, started to push a long, greased silver vibrator into Lydia’s ass and fucked her with it while she continued to eat her pussy and the guy with the huge cock came all over Lydia’s face as she sucked his balls and then Lydia bucked to an authentic-looking, fairly strong orgasm and then the girl behind Lydia crawled around and licked the come from Lydia’s face and then made Lydia suck on the vibrator. The new Stephen Bishop came out last Tuesday and at Tower Records yesterday I bought the compact disc, the cassette and the album because I wanted to own all three formats.

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You're really reaching now.

If the book was written today, it would probably be set in Silicon Valley and be about tech bros.

>claims to be emotionless because there is "nothing" under his facade
>constantly bursts into emotional outbursts over trivial things like not being able to get a reservation or not having his business card praised

This nigga ain't even true to himself.

Okay?

is American Psycho a straightforward movie? so far everyone i know understood the point of it.

>“Listen,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion, “have whatever you want but I’m telling you I recommend the Diet Pepsi.” I look down at my lap, at the blue cloth napkin, the words Deck Chairs sewn into the napkin’s edge, and for a moment think I’m going to cry; my chin trembles and I can’t swallow.
>Courtney reaches over and touches my wrist gently, stroking my Rolex. “It’s okay Patrick. It really is.…”
>A sharp pain near my liver overcomes the surge of emotion and I sit up in my chair, startled, confused, and the waiter leaves and then Anne asks if we’ve seen the recent David Onica exhibit and I’m feeling calmer.

Okay?

Way to go, you apparently missed the whole fucking point of the movie. Didn't you notice that his co-workers are all basically clones of each other? That he is always being confused with other people? And in the business card scene you learn that they all have the same title (Vice President), and identical phone number...

What an autist lol. I'd love to see the whole book rewritten in greentext.

>Suddenly I find myself eyeing a very pretty homeless girl sitting on the steps of a brownstone on Amsterdam, a Styrofoam coffee cup resting on the step below her feet, and as if guided by radar I move toward her, smiling, fishing around in my pocket for change. Her face seems too young and fresh and tan for a homeless person’s; it makes her plight all the more heartbreaking. I examine her carefully in the seconds it takes to move from the edge of the sidewalk to the steps leading up to the brownstone where she sits, her head bowed down, staring dumbly into her empty lap. She looks up, unsmiling, after she notices me standing over her. My nastiness vanishes and, wanting to offer something kind, something simple, I lean in, still staring, eyes radiating sympathy into her blank, grave face, and dropping a dollar into the Styrofoam cup I say, “Good luck.”

>Her expression changes and because of this I notice the book—Sartre—in her lap and then the Columbia book bag by her side and finally the tan-colored coffee in the cup and my dollar bill floating in it and though this all happens in a matter of seconds it’s played out in slow motion and she looks at me, then at the cup, and shouts, “Hey, what’s your goddamn problem?” and frozen, hunched over the cup, cringing, I stutter, “I didn’t … I didn’t know it was … full,” and shaken, I walk away, hailing a taxi, and heading toward Hubert’s in it I hallucinate the buildings into mountains, into volcanoes, the streets become jungles, the sky freezes into a backdrop, and before stepping out of the cab I have to cross my eyes in order to clear my vision. Lunch at Hubert’s becomes a permanent hallucination in which I find myself dreaming while still awake.

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>instead of suits it's all sorts of details about their Starbucks or IPAs
>can't tell one beard or manbun from the next
I'd read it.

All you've really shown is he's a sensitive autist. Not sure why this would give you the impression he's stupid.

Batman is clever that way: he plays the "dumb playboy who inherited his wealth" persona in his civilian life so no one would ever suspect him of being a masked vigilante risking his life every night.

He's inept at handling social situations. There has been no showing of any kind of outstanding intelligence in either the film or book. His job was given to him by his father. He made it through life by being given things. Nowhere is it implied or shown that he is particularly intelligent. The main reason why he does get away with the killings? The world doesn't care.

Bruce taught himself to become the world's greatest detective with no prior training whatsoever. THAT'S how smart he is.

I got the impresseion from the film that Bateman and all his "colleagues" were all basically a sort of extremely privilged group. They came from the right families and went to the right schools, and got given cushy non-jobs earning ludicous money.

That's pretty much it.

>He's inept at handling social situations
So are tons of highly intelligent people.

>There has been no showing of any kind of outstanding intelligence in either the film or book.
Harvard Business School. Also, his linguistics clearly show education. Thinking he has a sub 100 IQ is just flat retarded. Nobody is claiming he's a genius, but he's not a retard either. Moderate intelligence autist.