This adaptation of Bret Easton Ellis's novel about a serial-killing New York banker is almost 20 years old and has aged rather well. That's partly because the wolves of Wall Street are even riper for satire since 2008, but it could also be because skewering the male psyche chimes rather well with the Me Too era.
Directed by a woman, Mary Harron, and adapted by her and Guinevere Turner, the film homes in on masculine vanity, libido, greed and insecurity incarnated in the form of Christian Bale's loathsome Patrick Bateman.