Mon ami Dahmer

Based on true events, this film tells the story of Jeffrey Dahmer's youth. Played by Ross Lynch, this is the awkward, mostly unknown, events that shaped the Minnesota Monster. Going through an education system where he didn't quite fit it, surrounded by a turbulent home life that didn't seem to give him much love. Dahmer decides to change the way he is perceived and manages to get in with some friends. They hero-worship him, considering him to be an untapped talent that they could vicariously live through - basically they use him to get their kicks. The pace of the film is purposely slow, and despite it, you always feel that an explosion is about to happen. Ross Lynch does a great job in convincing the audience that he's a push away from pushing back. Most people will be aware of what Dahmer goes on to do, but it's the exploits documented here that shape that monster. The film, thankfully, doesn't glorify the serial killer, it just biographs a time not many people know about. The cast is strangely authentic, everybody comes across as average, and the kind of people you might have met or still could meet. The screenplay and framing of it is hauntingly chilling. It's more of a drama film than a horror. It's definitely not what I was expecting, but I enjoyed it all the same. 6 out of 10.

Most of the negative reviews are reflective of what those viewers want the film to be. Unfortunately for them that isn't how art works. I see complaints of "disgustingly making him sympathetic" or it was boring. How exactly can the filmmaker make him a villain before he's a villain? The whole point of the film is what leads up to the very well documented atrocities he commuted. I don't think we are in any danger of forgiving him through the lens of history. People just want to be offended. As for it being boring, I would suggest folks taking ten seconds to see what a film is about before they watch it and rip it for being something else. Again, the viewers problem not the film's.

The acting is superb and it appears everything is pretty spot on to what we know about his teenage years leading up to his plunge into depravity.

Sorry it didn't make things up to entertain people or avoid other's indignation.

If you're a rational adult with a grasp on the concept it's a rather well-executed indie adaptation of an interesting graphic novel. Worth a watch, unless you want to see the exploitation of 17 innocent guys being murdered of course. That's not here.

Not a comedy. I repeat, this is not a comedy.

Also of note for the squeamish set: no serial killing here, just the seemingly mundane life of a high school misfit. Jeffery Dahmer is a mopey, four-eyed moptop, shuffling through adolescence, dealing with a fractious household in the bland and brown seventies.

Of course we all know how this plays out, and that ominous shadow creates a vicious tension throughout this excellently unsettling film. Collecting and dissolving road kill in his makeshift shed lab, is certainly cause for concern, but it is Dahmer's awkward interactions with his peers, family, and authority figures, that bring the shivers. We know there is an explosion coming, but we just don't know how or when.

Based on a graphic novel by a high school chum, "My Friend Dahmer" focuses on the usual tribulations of teenagers searching to belong. Either bullied (nasty) or ignored (worse), Dahmer gains a strange semblance of attention by spazzing out in school. If fake epileptic convulsions means popularity, then so be it.

Former Disney star Ross Lynch brings a perfect blend of desperation and dread to the complicated lead. He has issues, but what outcast teen doesn't? Among his many quirks, Dahmer's seemingly innocuous interest in a neighbourhood jogger (a running theme throughout) is one hell of a creepy sequence, even though nothing comes of it. We see a series of small events that may point to the evolution of a monster, or to a weirdo biology major. There's a fork in this road!

This all foreplay movie succeeds brilliantly because it plays the audience, who for once, are itching to spoil the ending.

Curious biopic that can't quite decide whether it should be a coming-of-age tale or something more chilling. The confusion unfortunately makes this seem at times sympathetic to the serial killer.

Yes he is obsessed with dead animals and dissolving their remains in acid, but he seems little different from the awkward adolescents of countless other high school movies. Lynch is good and definitely creepy, but not that creepy....

If you're looking for explanations as to why Dahmer went on to murder, necrophilia and cannibalism; this will only partially satisfy you. We see hints that he is becoming isolated and morbidly inclined. He has a strange obsession with a neighbour jogger and is spending too long in the shed carrying out his infernal experiments. And the family background is troubled in the extreme. With a domineering but neurotic mother, and a weak-willed father.

Throughout the film, Lynch always seems to be fighting to keep his demons in check. At one stage it looks as if he is about to murder their pet Labrador, but he pulls himself back. The film constantly make us feel sorry for him. He's a loner trying to fit in, but his dark side eventually overwhelms him. Every time he reaches out to someone, he is rebuffed. As the rejections mount, his behaviour becomes only more erratic.

The film stops just as his murdering career kicks-off. The film lets us make up our own mind about where to place the blame.

Numerous serial killers have existed in the past 50+ years, yet the same names keep springing up over and over again as if they were some kind of rarity. I'm sure you know them: Ed Gein, Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, Edmund Kemper, Gary Leon Ridgway, Aileen Wuornos, etc. And, of course, Jeffrey Dahmer.

However, for some reason, the subject of Jeffrey Dahmer in particular is a constant in media productions, and also someone that tends to elicit strong responses from the audiences.

Maybe it is because his tragic story is an uncomfortable reminder that he was actually human-an incredibly damaged human being. How an awkward yet relatively normal man could have been driven to such total extremes, and when all was said and done, was able to recognize the moral gravity and consequences of his crimes, is quite a singularity. Yet it's simply easier to call him a "monster" so that we don't have to acknowledge his similarities with ourselves.

I watched "My Friend Dahmer" after the more recent take with Evan Peters, and I think I actually like Marc Meyers' work better. Based on a graphic novel by Derf Backderf, the film doesn't try to make a point or shoehorn any moral message; it simply sets out to ethereally capture Dahmer's profound sadness and growing descent into madness, maybe better than the actual comic book itself -- which I still recommend regardless.

The cinematography and setting is truly beautiful, and the pacing of the film is hypnotically slow. But, as others have pointed out, the highlight is Ross Lynch's performance. Lynch was really the first actor that effectively projected Dahmer's idiosyncratic body language.