Review by
Eric Hillis
Directed by: Marc Meyers
Starring: Ross Lynch, Alex Wolff, Anne Heche, Dallas Roberts,
Vincent Kartheiser
Between 1978 and 1991, serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer murdered 17 male
victims, committing his first homicide at the age of 18. Other killers
have been more prolific, but Dahmer's story sent an extra shiver down the
spines of news consumers when it was revealed that after murdering his
victims, Dahmer hung on to their corpses, indulging in necrophilia and
cannibalism, his apartment housing a freezer stacked with body
parts.
Dahmer's story has been told on screen before - in 1993's The Secret Life: Jeffrey Dahmer and 2002's Dahmer, which starred a then unknown Jeremy Renner in the title role - but both those previous movies focussed on his serial killing endeavours. Writer/director Marc Meyers' My Friend Dahmer takes us back to 1978, to the weeks leading up to young Dahmer's first act of murder.
At home, Dahmer does his best to keep out of the way of his pill-popping mother, Joyce (Anne Heche delivering a Megan Mullally impersonation), and his long-suffering father, Lionel (Dallas Roberts), who does his best to encourage his son to live a more conventional life.
When Dahmer begins acting like a clown in the halls of his school, feigning epileptic spasms and behaving as though mentally challenged, he catches the attention of classmate John Backderf (Alex Wolff), a comedy fan who finds Dahmer's antics hilarious and takes him under his wing. Backderf's relationship with Dahmer is highly manipulative, as he encourages Dahmer's increasingly anti-social behaviour, often catching it on a Super 8 camera. Meanwhile, Dahmer is beginning to have violent sexual fantasies regarding the town doctor (Vincent Kartheiser), and is developing a taste for alcohol.
Much of Meyers' film plays like a nostalgic teen buddy movie, and you could be excused for believing you had tuned into a particularly dark episode of Freaks and Geeks at points. There are even hints at the successful life the intelligent Dahmer might have had, like when he uses his moxy to meet Vice President Walter Mondale while on a school trip to Washington, or when he invites a girl to the prom and surprises her with his gentlemanly ways. But then there's the jars full of roadkill, the animal carcasses strung around the nearby woods, and Dahmer's habit of hiding in bushes wielding a baseball bat.
Lynch is a young actor I'm unfamiliar with, having emerged from the same Disney stable that gave us Ryan Gosling and Zac Efron, a teen idol cast against type here. Knowing that should he remove his overbearing spectacles, straighten his posture and get a haircut, Lynch's Dahmer might be the school heartthrob, adds an extra layer of tragedy to his story.
My Friend Dahmer never makes excuses for the eponymous mass murderer, but its portrayal of the indifferent at best, hostile at worst environment of middle America that fostered Dahmer is subtly damning. Would a more caring society have sent Dahmer down a different path? Sadly, we'll never know.
My Friend Dahmer is on Netflix
UK/ROI now.