American Psycho
Look, I am long of the belief that there is no non-prurient way to depict violence, and that the satire of a thing can just reinforce the thing itself. Scarface is a grimy climb up to the top and then an almost immediate descent, but the violence on the way up has a loucheness that is not unappealing, and there's a solid five undisturbed minutes at the top. The Joker is the only interesting character in The Dark Knight, not surprising that people loved him; so also Anton Chigurh in No Country for Old Men, and mutatis mutandis a lot of ostensibly bad villains. The Godfather and Godfather II are in love with the cultural milieu they depicts and so it's not surprising they are presented in a positive-ish light--no reason to make the film otherwise. And on and on, through movies and tv.
But good God y'all, I don't see how anyone could think American Psycho is an endorsement of anything in its runtime; that's a character who is vile and offputting from the jump, and the one potentially redeemable fact about him (he can control his impulses sometimes, apparently) just makes the rest of it worse. As feminist a movie as I've ever seen, but I hope to never see it again.
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