The sinking and failed self-saving of a commodity fetishism follower
The exquisite mid-life brings emptiness, and the protagonist does not understand the meaning of such a standardized exquisiteness. When the incomprehension gradually turns into anger, it finally distorts his spirit.
The protagonist’s circle of adaptation to capitalism is a head-to-toe obedience. They are the main body of vested interests, and from the opening description, it can be seen that the American mental patient does not refer specifically to Bateman, but refers to images. People like Bateman (considering the huge number of middle class in the United States, I think it’s not wrong for American mental patients to refer to Americans as a whole. Choosing the senior middle class of Wall Street investment banks to perform is a good-looking need). Discipline is highly unified, and words and deeds are quite consistent. Even so, in the eyes of these senior middle-class people, the differences are obvious, and these differences are concentrated in the commodities used. The most pungent irony of the film appears in the business card exchange paragraph. They are all similar business cards with black letters on a white background, but in the eyes of this group of people, there are obvious differences, whether it is material, thickness, font, printing method, etc. , You can see the doorway, which one is advanced and which one is more advanced. They are familiar with all the norms of the commodity society, not just business cards, but also clothing, food, music, and bodies (of themselves and others). Everything is exquisite, very decent, and very advanced.
From the perspective of the elite, the people at the bottom of society are so lazy, as if the bottom should not exist in this "exquisite and beautiful" world. The "American mental patient" persuaded themselves to give legitimacy to their lifestyle, namely: my life It is obtained through hard work and hard work, and the capital outside of ability is zero. But after all, this is not the case. Such a botched reason would be immediately shattered under the slightest scrutiny of the American mental patients themselves, if they had this consciousness. The movie doesn’t specify it, but as a representative of the American mentally ill, the protagonist may have seen himself piled up with high-end merchandise and have doubts about "what defines me", but he has not been able to get the correct answer. He is puzzled. Then he was angry and turned to another answer-death. Death is the ultimate answer to everything. The protagonist hopes to use the death of others to answer his own doubts and complete self-salvation. This is obviously impossible.
In the end, neither the death of another person imagined by the protagonist nor the death of another person in reality are so important. The American mental patient has gone completely crazy.
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