"The only problem? Sacasa and Sheik had nothing to do with it. Nor, for that matter, did anyone else involved in this big, Broadway-misfire adaptation of Bret Easton Ellis's controversial 1991 novel. No, the heroes here are a shimmering sextet called Huey Lewis and the News, who produced one of the few worthwhile songs and the only memorable moment in this sterile, static, and flat-out frustrating evening."
"Twenty-five years ago, Bret Easton Ellis published a novel about a Wall Street yuppie who killed and dismembered women after hours. “American Psycho” purported to be a satire, but the critics either didn’t get the point or (far more likely) failed to find it funny, and the book got nothing but bad reviews. Nowadays, though, serial murder is all the rage, and “American Psycho: The Musical” has just arrived on Broadway after a critically acclaimed, commercially successful London run. Will it do as well with the New York tourist trade? Beats me, but if it does, then you really can fool some of the people all of the time: “American Psycho” is slick, sleek and empty, a one-joke show that drowns its message, such as it is, in red sauce and fake emotion."