The dark horror of excess in ‘American Psycho’ at Monumental Theatre
- Matré Grant
- Jul 6, 2024
- 6 min read
Updated: May 1
Read the original review on the DC Theater Arts website here.
The musical American Psycho, with book by Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa and music and lyrics by Duncan Sheik, is based on the 1991 novel of the same name by Bret Easton Ellis. Highly controversial and presenting a scathing commentary on consumerism in a viscerally analogical format, the story follows Patrick Bateman, an investment banker in the late 1980s in New York City. He narrates his daily life and interactions, with a focus on the superficial and proud overindulgence of drugs and sex. But anxiety and insecurity plague Bateman, driving him to give in to his desire for carnal violence and murderous revenge. All under the oblivious, coked-up noses of his yuppy Wall Street coworkers and friends.
Monumental Theatre Company has taken on this horror production and presents an immersive experience using an ’80s industrial aesthetic and heart-thumping, DJ-style sound.
As you walk into the room, there is a bar against the front wall, with an inset sound booth next to that. A hexagon-shaped platform is in the center of the floor and facing toward it on three sides are long, low-backed booths with cocktail tables, where the audience members who chose the “Psycho Experience” sit, equipped with complimentary booties to keep the blood splatter off their shoes.
Co-Scenic Designers Laura Valenti and Michael Windsor (who also directed the piece) have essentially created a gritty club scene in their black box theater space, with riser seating along the back wall and plastic sheeting covering the back and side walls.
Musical Director Marika Countouris acts as DJ throughout the show, conducting and executing the music, as she states in the program, through a “combination of live keyboard and live triggering of complexly built musical tracks.” Countouris explains that “Sheik’s mostly electronic score […] captures the magnetic essence of the 80s club scene” and with the assistance of Sound Designer Alec Green and wild elaborate Lighting Design by Helen Garcia-Alton to enhance that feel, the result is fully effective in bringing that vibe to life.
“Selling Out” is the first number of the show and a perfect setup for Bateman’s character.
Kyle Dalsimer is Patrick Bateman. He stands on the platform, as if on a pedestal, partially dressed, with a peel-off mask on his face while distinctly and deliberately describing his skincare regimen, his physique, and the clothes he wears. Bateman is a man obsessed with appearances. Everything needs to be precise. Pristine. Perfect. And Dalsimer conveys this desire with eerie calmness and rigidity. He walks the crowd through his mundane morning routine with a dry, almost bored tone. The cleaners, the ATM, his office where he admonishes his assistant Jean (Kaeli Patchen) for her outfit, which she takes in stride with appreciation for the attention.
Playing Bateman’s horde of Wall Street colleagues are Carson Young as Van Patten, Stephen Russell Murray as McDermott, Jeremy Allen Crawford as Luis, and RJ Pavel as Bateman’s best friend, Tim Price. They are conceited and smarmy as they brag about their sexual escapades and stroke each other’s egos. Their shallowness is hilariously illustrated in “Cards,” a song dedicated to the importance of a business card’s thickness and font, with the lyric, “The question’s not what’s in a name, but what it’s printed on” exemplifying their materialistic nature, as they flash their rectangular badge of honor and slap them on the tables for the audience to examine.
A crack in Bateman’s cool facade is revealed, though, when he learns that an account he highly coveted has been taken over by Paul Owen (Noah Mutterperl), a rival “douchebag.” And to add insult to injury, Owen has a new business card that is, gasp, better looking than Bateman’s. Mutterperl is smooth and confident as Owen and gives Dalsimer’s Bateman a run for his money for ultimate self-assurance and presence.
Playing Bateman’s girlfriend, Evelyn, is Jordyn Taylor. Sarah Stewart is Courtney, Evelyn’s best friend, Luis’ girlfriend, and the girl Bateman is sleeping with on the side. And Sydne Lyonst [sic] is Bateman’s mother, always wearing sunglasses due to the fact that she is, as her son lovingly points out, “heavily medicated. The women are no angels in this capitalistic world of excess, singing “You Are What You Wear” as they strut and rattle off the extensive list of big designers names:
I’m with Prada I’m with Gucci When one goes shopping It’s best to take care As some of us know You are what you wear
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