The last 25 minutes or so of this is the most authentic piece of media I've ever experienced...
"I'm into, uh, well, murders and executions, mostly."
This was the most fun I could ever have watching a serial killer go about his business.
Christian Bale, I could not tell for most of the movie whether or not I liked your performance. In the end, that ambiguity was what made me love it.
This movie physically tore apart the fabric of my being and stitched it together to make me someone new.
I texted multiple people after watching it to let them know that I felt like I had "taken heroin and been hit by a truck at the same time."
Although I was sitting perfectly still while watching, I looked in the mirror afterward and found my hair extremely disheveled.
*police officers harmonizing*
In all fairness, there were parts of this movie where I laughed. While, for the most part, its humor was just not my taste, some of the relentless absurdity of the concept worked well for me. The concept itself (and its reliance on ridiculous coincidences) is funny enough to sustain the movie throughout its relatively short runtime, but in the end I just didn't feel much substance beyond that. For the most part the performances were...fine. None…