But it does extend him some human compassion, letting us see how the tragedy of his loneliness, spurred by the horror of his dark compulsions, made pre-murderous Dahmer something of a victim himself. My Friend Dahmer doesn’t present some rueful wish that, oh, young Jeffrey might have made it if only someone had reached out to him. But the film is still an interesting depiction of how someone like that might function in our relatively normal world, just before he begins killing people and is thus lost to an unfathomable life of secrets. Well, maybe it doesn’t hop into Dahmer’s mind so much as distressingly bounce off of it, opaque and unknowably alien as a sociopath’s psychology can be. My Friend Dahmer, from writer-director Marc Meyers, is an eerie and effective portrait of serial killer and cannibal Jeffrey Dahmer in his beyond-troubled teen years, a quick hop into the mind of a loner kid who was about to become a monster. If Netflix’s compelling F.B.I.-profiling drama Mindhunter wasn’t enough to satisfy your serial-killer appetite-or, indeed, if it stoked it-there’s a movie being released November 3 that might do the trick.
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