Something of a Kiarostami-ish anti-thriller. It's not as expansive or tonally controlled as I had hoped for, but it works.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Third viewing. Same rating.
This isn't a grand aesthetic achievement, but it might be the most painful comedy I've seen. I forgot that the ending of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre plays on Bateman's TV. No punishment or catharsis; just an insatiable appetite.