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<font size="2"><p>Movie Review
<font size="4"><br>American Psycho</font>
<br>by Crissa-Jean Chappell</font>
<P><font size="6" color="#FFFF00"><b>I</b></font>n 1991, celebrity novelist Bret Easton Ellis schemed to kick-start his withering career with a little book called <i>American Psycho</i>. It concerned a
callow Wall Street trader in the gold-plated decade of greed. He named his
Armani-clad antihero Bateman after <i>Psycho</i>'s Norman Bates and set him on a
string of misogynist killings--each more viscous than the last--and perhaps
just a figment of his character's poisoned psyche.
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