We watch as Dahmer evolves from alienated loner to semi-popular class clown, all while acidifying the carcasses of roadkill and fantasizing about men - particularly a doctor (Vincent Kartheiser) who jogs by his house most days.Īdding to the mess is Jeffrey’s home life. Marc Meyers’s sick, deadpan comedy (based on an excellent graphic novel by “Derf” Backderf) follows the incipient serial killer (former Disney teen star Ross Lynch) through his senior year. No humans are killed in the movie, however. ![]() ![]() ![]() It’s difficult to pinpoint the source of a person’s drive to kill 17 men, have sex with their bodies (in some cases with their viscera), consume their organs, and reduce the rest to bones - but damned if My Friend Dahmer doesn’t offer a fascinating Portrait of the Artist as a Young Freak.
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