fore thought

So Monday night I hung out with Ryan...we watched American Psycho is his basement, which was pretty interesting. We're both movie-talkers, and he needed help texting his girl, so I mostly got the general idea of the film - major points, moods and feelings. I couldn't quote it for you, couldn't give you a play-by-play.

At one point, Patrick Bateman (main character, psycho of america) tortures this hobo. Not like, physically...but mentally. 'You want money, okay...wait, no.' He just....he's so mean. He has this contempt for the poor which I find sickening, and my face was completely contorted. I could tell it was, I knew my mouth was open, that my brows were knit in this sickened shape, but I couldn't help it. Poor people...sometimes, the situation is their fault. Sometimes it's not, though. You can't look at a person and assume you know why they are what they are, or what makes them who they are...you just don't know. And you don't have the right ot assume you know, and you sure as hell don't have the right to treat them poorly because you think you know what makes them tick.

So Ry just looked at me and said "This really isn't a Danielle movie."

Which I guess is true? I mean, yeah, I was pretty upset by that. Nothing else bothered me, really. The chainsaw scene was kind of funny, getting into Patrick's head was fascinating....really, I just like to know what makes people tick. It's so strange, that this movie, with all its killing and cannibalism would bother me not because of the death and torture, but because one hobo got mistreated.

I'm flipping through the book on Amazon. everything is crisply detailed...it's kind of fascinating. I think, when I'm done with The Judges, I may, perchance read American Psycho. We'll see.