In one of the introductory scenes of American Psycho (2000); there is a monologue wherewhich Bale’s character, Bateman, introduces us to his life. Yuppie 80s drug taking, women-using, elitist opulent wealth. Where there is a fundamental superficiality, of the kind where a person can cry for help, or where only the talk of false personalities and fake attitudes can prevail. Where people are forced to smile as the norm of social conduct, forced to perform in the stage, never to break the fourth wall.
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, an idea, an abstraction, but there is no real thing.