The squalor of his apartment is lingered over, right down to the blood stains on the mattress. But Dahmer, for the most part, is unfortunately too infatuated with its star attraction for that.ĭahmer is undoubtedly fetishised here. The one good thing a show like this can do is steal the spotlight from the murderer and show who these people actually were. They will always simply be a photo and a name in a lineup of victims, an entire existence defined solely by how it ended. It doesn’t matter who they are, or what they did. By being murdered, these people are robbed of a legacy. What Ryan Murphy’s murder shows – especially The Assassination of Gianni Versace – do so well is reclaim the lives of the victims. Worst of all, by some degree, is the show’s choice of focus. Even the look of it is borderline exploitative, taking on the sort of fuzzy, desaturated feel of a disappointing Saw sequel. The show seems to be aware of this too, chopping itself into a fractured chronology as a way to distract you from its bluntly grisly procession of murders.Įvan Peters, usually so good elsewhere, plays Dahmer in a way that is truly confounding, as if he accidentally watched all of Joe Pera Talks with You as his research process.
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Long, long stretches of the series pass without any insight or analysis, instead just letting things play out beat by grisly beat as if Wikipedia had decided to fund dramatisations of all its worst entries.
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