Is this a joke? Thats the first reaction you have when you hear the title but the jokes on you. My Friend Dahmer, which chronicles Jeffrey Dahmers senior year in high school before he graduated and became infamous for being a serial-killing cannibal, is a warped wonder of a movie that takes twisted to areas few have investigated.
Crisply directed by Marc Meyers from a 2012 graphic novel by John Derf Backderf one of Jeffreys classmates at Revere High School in Ohio My Friend Dahmer keeps pulling you up short. Adolescent angst? You dont know the half of it. Ross Lynch, in a blond mop of hair and wearing aviators, gives a breakthrough performance of surpassing creepiness as the 17-year-old exemplar of future nightmares. Lynch came to teen fame as Austin Moon on Disney Channels showAustin & Ally and with his family band R5. Warning: Very young fans may be traumatized. Those new to the 21-year-olds work will have to admit that theyve found an remarkable new actor in their midst.
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Jeffrey is basically your quiet, closeted boy next door. Bullied at school and unable to deal with his sexual attraction to a local jogger (Vincent Kartheiser) he sees from a bus, the lad views school as a chance to get away from home. Thats where his mother (Anne Heche) makes life an emotional rollercoaster for him and his dad (Dallas Roberts) when shes not being institutionalized, that is.
So far, so coming-of-age clich. Then Jeffrey
starts retreating to his backyard garage to study dead animals, as if their
insides will give him clues about himself. His alleged friends, led by Derf (a
terrific Alex Wolff), get off on this weirdos spaced-out stare and his fake spastic fits. Do they offer help? Nope. Out of
respect for Dahmers victims, Meyers doesnt make cheap jokes about
unspeakable crimes; the film ends as his murder spree begins. Rather, the writer-director tries to understand what
formed Dahmer and made him act out the way he did. To quote a line from David Finchers Netflix series Mindhunter, about early FBI investigations
into in the psyches of serial killers: How do we get ahead of
crazy if we dont know how crazy thinks?
The result is a movie that ambitiously tackles that idea without plumbing any startling new depths. There must be reasons that would make a loner like Dahmer take the lives of 17 victims and have sex with their dead bodies before devouring them; simply blaming the parents in amateur psychology at its shallowest. If you leave the multiplex with those thoughts swimming in your head, My Friend Dahmer has done a job on you. The film exerts a fascination that cannot be denied. But, frustratingly, it leaves us on the outside looking in.