Maybe he was taking a break perhaps he was trying a new route. So, one day, baseball bat in hand, he hid along the running track and waited for the man to appear.įor whatever reason, that day the runner didn’t show up. He grew progressively more invested in his fantasy of knocking the man out, of having power over him – and this desire grew and grew, until Dahmer could no longer stand it. When Jeffrey Dahmer was a teenager he became obsessed with a runner who would go past his house most days. BECOME AN ARTS JOURNALISM SUPPORTER Click here to learn more about the project.My Friend Dahmer.
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Of course, not everyone who is poorly parented and picked on in high school becomes a serial killer and Jeff’s crossover from victim to victimizer feels both over-determined and vague.Īs an account of a serial killer, then, My Friend Dahmer doesn’t quite work. They even invent a term for these hijinks: they call it "doing a Dahmer." Instead, they treat him like a mascot, a wayward pet, encouraging him to stretch the limits of his anti-social behaviour, which includes attention-getting stunts like faking seizures at the mall. They hang out with Jeff, but are not exactly his friends. While the popular kids are joining Debate Club and Glee Club and Pep Club, Derf and his friends form the Dahmer Fan Club. Meyers does better with the ordinary problems of Derf (Alex Wolff of Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle) and his friends - brainy, sardonic outcasts who wear Ramones T-shirts and ask the homecoming queen how it feels to know her best years are behind her. I agree to the Terms and Conditions, Cookie and Privacy Policies, and CASL agreement. (Some of the compassion given to the young Dahmer might have been extended to Joyce, who is struggling with mental illness, but is reduced to a shrill harpy.) Jeff’s father, Lionel ( The Walking Dead’s Dallas Roberts), is well-intentioned, but ineffectual and floundering and his mother, Joyce (Anne Heche of TV’s Aftermath), is a self-absorbed, passive-aggressive Freudian nightmare. There is a notable lack of adult intervention or even attention. He also drinks before, during and after school with the joyless, relentless efficiency of a hardened alcoholic. He is obsessed with a handsome jogger (Vincent Kartheiser from Mad Men), whose movements he tracks with scary precision. Jeff is fascinated with roadkill, placing the bodies of dead animals in acid supplied by his chemist father. (Probably best to keep tween fans away from this project.) It’s a startling and strong performance by Lynch, a former Disney Channel star and teen pop singer making a stark transition into darker adult roles. His face and voice convey only a shallow emotional affect, every so often cut with a sudden, terrible flash of need.
Slope-shouldered and stiff-gaited with an opaque gaze, Jeff Dahmer, at this point in his life, is an odd kid who is shunned and bullied. Scenes of Jeff’s wretched home life are actually shot in the house near Akron, Ohio, where Dahmer grew up - and where he committed his first murder - which adds undeniable authenticity, but also seems a bit icky in that fetishistic true-crime way.
The setting is middle-class Midwestern American in the late 1970s, recreated in perfect denim-and-Adidas detail. Ross Lynch (centre) plays Jeffrey Dahmer, a stark transition from his Disney Channel and pop singer days. Meyers’ depictions of the all-too-ordinary cruelties of an average American high school, on the other hand, are finely observed and insightful, aided by solid ensemble performances. Ultimately, the adolescent Jeff (Ross Lynch,) bullied at school and neglected at home, remains a creepy cipher in My Friend Dahmer.
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