November 23rd, 2002  |  Published in Uncategorized

Falls short of three stars on the nonexistent pace, but it’s a respectable movie that is lurid only because we all know what the hell happened with the subject. Low-energy examination of Jeffrey Dahmer that wanted to be a little more than it ended up being. The red lights all over his apartment (especially his bathroom) are a little over the top: o.k… I get it… his apartment is, like, totally the gates of Hell.

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