I saw the matinee yesterday and very much disliked the show. I certainly admired much of the design, but I found most of the elements individually weak and together they did not form a cohesive whole.
The two biggest detractors were the two most important: the book and the score. I found the tone of the show entirely inconsistent and the pacing of scenes to be haphazard. I agree with the consensus that the first act is stronger structurally than the second. There were two to three points in the second act where I thought the show would most certainly end, but it kept limping to its unsatisfying conclusion. I found the score ineffective and highly redundant; I know many have praised it for its ability to capture to "vapid" nature of the era and specifically the music of the era, but that doesn't excuse it from being entertaining in its own right. I don't find satire for satire's sake to be inherently entertaining or enjoyable, certainly not over the course of two and a half hours. My friend and I both agreed during intermission that it's quite troubling when the most effective musical moment in the first act was a song not written for the show. I did find, surprisingly, Jean's songs to be the best because of their moments of introspection. Again, some might say that those songs "pander to traditional musical constructs," but without it the score becomes showy without substance, which I found much of it to be.
I have to commend the entire ensemble for their commitment to the material and effort to pull it off. I found Benjamin Walker particularly impressive, especially the manner in which his performance elevates the material as much as he could.
I want to address Brantley, too. I would hardly label him a capable theatre critic anymore, but I happen to fully agree with his review on this one, particularly his central argument:
“American Psycho” is a mess. That’s not because of all that sloppy, sloshy blood, but because of its terminally undecided tone. And it’s not the kind of mess you wallow in, hooting at the glorious chaos of it all. Its conflicts of intention cancel one another out, leaving you numb."
After the first few numbers, I thought I would enjoy the messiness and camp of the show, but scene after scene I became complete numb and disinterested in the proceedings, as Brantley asserts. I couldn't wait for the show to come to an end. And yes, Brantley does mention the "hardbodies" repeatedly throughout the review, but he had reason to as the production made those scantly clad bodies a focal point, if not the focal point, of the proceedings.
Just as Patrick sings "I want it all" in the show's anthem "Selling Out," I wanted all of the pieces of this production to fit together into a theatrical event. Instead I found it to rely too heavily on the flashy production elements and its hardworking ensemble and too little on the fundamentals of a good show.