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in which we go to Nitehawk Cinema to see American Psycho

Right. Before we were so rudely interrupted by all that fashion stuff, we were doing boring life stuff in New York. 20150908_082948

I was going to the midnight showing of American Psycho at Nitehawk Cinema, so dressing up was not necessary. I went with my overalls, a navy blue cotton  tshirt that I got for $1 someplace, and packed my boho REpurposing NOLA bag with a thrift store cardigan. Those are my SUPRA Cuttler sneakers, pretty scuffed up now but wearing admirably. Screenshot_2015-09-01-07-11-13

I had seen a little blurb on Flavorpill that the movie was playing as part of a series on female directors called She Made It and since I have never had the pleasure of seeing Patrick Bateman on the big screen, I went for it. 20150904_232414I guess you could lump this in with my other summer adventures, going to see a midnight movie. But also, I’m bored! The meetup thing didn’t spawn any real friendships, and nyfw is about business, so I am still at loose ends. And now that I’m in the habit of going out, I just can’t see any reason to stay stuck in the house alone. 20150904_232908What do we like about Nitehawk Cinema? The bar.  20150904_235708The other thing is the menu. Yes, I said menu as in real food. I decided to stick with the Shiner Bock (a fave from when I lived in New Orleans) and the popcorn drizzled with truffle oil and citric butter. The seats have a little table, for your meal and there’s a light underneath so you can actually order food during the film. The waitstaff pass through the theater continuously.

It was weird to me at first, but to be honest? I’m a grownup and I think having dinner at a movie theater is the most efficient way to kill that dinner and a movie nonsense. Should you eat before or after? Because both ways you may end up springing for dinner and still buying junk at the theater. And I know people who sneak alcohol into the movies or add it to their concessions drinks, so why not just admit that grownups drink and make some money?

So that’s my opinion. ap

The film, directed by Mary Harron, is based on the novel by 90s schockmeister Brett Easton Ellis.  While a serious literary work, most novels of this type or written my Stephen King. The basic premise is that a rich, studly aristocrat is randomly murdering people. Just murdering and murdering. A lot of murdering. In between killing he goes to restaurants with his rich friends, cheats on his blithely oblivious girlfriend, and generally tries to ‘fit in’.

The film is pretty much faithful to the book, and Christian Bale does his little weird guy thing. As a beauty blogger, I live for the sequence where he talks about his beauty routine. I mean, I’m just watching that scene purely to think about the facial mask he peels off. Um. You have to see it to get that joke.

15 years later, the film is somewhat hokey, but the premise of not really having a self and just being a facade is fairly relevant. Patrick would probably have his secretary do his instagramming, and I doubt that he would tweet. he’d have to use tumblr under an assumed name. It’s harder to hide your true self now. Patrick is an argument for transparency. I’m not going to get into all the psycho-sexual stuff because it’s just too pat, and also somewhat old fashioned. There was such a kerfuffle over this film, but in the end it’s just a film.

Next up: Random images from things I liked from different fashion weeks around the world

xoxo, Faith/Sassy Ethnic Bohemian