I had more expectations about this one; it did let me down. I wouldn't have stopped the movie in his high school years however it kept me interested and anxious - I could feel there was something really wrong and hauting about Jeff Dahmer. Overall, I wanted to see more of his life; but what Marc Meyers has shown was hella sinister.
This is may be the only time ever where I wish the director would use the original graphic novel narration because Meyers couldn't quite capture the atmosphere or nail the Dahmer Fan Club. It is a sad story about a horrible person who couldn't get a hold of his sexuality or his psychopathic instincts, but at times the film looks just as numb at its main character drifting through adolescence.
An interesting portrayal a person who clearly is a stranger both to himself and to his peers. Watching him wrestle with his own desires and impulses and how he tries to fit in with his peers by demeaning himself is both sad and haunting. The movie as such leaves a lot of questions and we still wonder who Dahmer really was after the credits roll. But with such a strong central performance the movie works.
What I don't get is why this film ends up conflating repressed desire, gay desire, with a desire to rape and kill 17 men and boys? Performances are great, direction is neat, but at the end of the day I can't get past wondering what the fuck.