My Friend Dahmer

I’ve been thinking about the portrayal of real-life serial killers in film since Extremely Wicked, and I thought this would be a nice example of a “different” take.

I don’t know. It feels so predicated on the violence of Dahmer instead of a film of concern for a kid like him: it feels like prequel made just for the sake of drawing the initial audience in. It offers no introspect: watching without thinking, judging without knowing, caring without truly caring.

I would hope that Jeffrey Dahmer is less a household name, but films like these only fuel the intrigue: the romanticism and American fascination with killers, it’s immoral, more grotesque than any killing.