A group of Broadway Producers are planning to stage a Broadway adaptation ofAmerican Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis’ nihilistic take on modern materialism.
Surely there’s something wrong with staging a musical built upon unspeakable acts of sexual violence. How are we meant to see the egg-shell business cards from the far seats? Do the audience members in the front have to wear raincoats to protect themselves from sprays of fake blood?
The most disturbing aspect of this however, is not the potential violence. It is this. Patrick Bateman bursting into song and dance to me, is more abrasive that say Peter Allen murdering someone with his maracas. I’m not quite sure why that is.
