Scott Marks 8 a.m., April 30
- Rated NR | 1 hour, 45 minutes
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Simon (Brady Corbet, who also worked on the script) moves fast. Less than two weeks after landing in Paris to repair a ruptured heart, the scruffy, deeply disturbed American grad student has already teamed with a prostitute (Mati Diop) and hatched a scheme to blackmail her Johns. Writer-director Antonio Campos skillfully moves actors through space - at times his characters emotionally and physically flip positions in the span of a couple of sleek moves of the camera. It’s stunning to look at, except for those moments when Campos, for no apparent reason, follows an unremitting urge to lope behind his characters with a camera. With his brooding uncertainty and slimy self-destructive charm, Corbet’s American psycho in Paris actually brings something new to the game without spilling one drop of blood. At least on camera. After all, our lead didn’t earn his nickname by simply going around and offing guys named Simon. With Constance Rousseau and Lila Salet. 2012.