American Psycho

Patrick Bateman looks like the perfect Wall Street success story: sharp suits, polished manners, an image he works hard to maintain. Christian Bale plays him with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes, and that's where the story starts to unsettle you.

This isn't the kind of horror that jumps out at you from behind a door. It creeps in through the cracks in a man who seems to have everything, and it uses laughter as often as it uses dread. I'd put it somewhere in the middle for scares, more unnerving than terrifying, the sort of film that makes your skin crawl slowly rather than all at once.

Save it for a night when you want your horror with a side of dark, biting comedy rather than something that leaves you sleeping with the light on. It suits anyone who likes their villains charming and their satire sharp.

What makes it worth your time is what it's really pointing at: the emptiness underneath all that gloss and greed. Bateman isn't just a killer, he's a mirror held up to a very particular kind of vanity.