David Angelis

The Secret Life: Jeffrey Dahmer (1993) isn’t your typical glossy Hollywood fare—it’s gritty, low-budget, and honestly, a bit unsettling right out of the gate. David Angelis steps in as the infamous Dahmer, and man, he doesn’t pull any punches. The film basically drags you through the twisted corridors of Dahmer’s mind, never sugarcoating the grim reality behind the headlines. There’s this heavy, claustrophobic vibe—almost like you’re trapped in a dingy Milwaukee apartment right alongside the guy. You get flashbacks, interviews, and weird, disjointed moments that kind of make your skin crawl. It’s more about the psychological mess than the blood and gore (though, let’s be real, there’s some of that too). This movie doesn’t hold your hand. It doesn’t ask you to sympathize, but it doesn’t let you look away either. The pacing? Uneven, sometimes slow, but that just makes it all the more uncomfortable—it lingers, which is sort of the point. Angelis isn’t a household name, but the rawness he brings is actually pretty haunting. The cinematography is as bleak as the subject matter, and there’s this constant sense of dread humming underneath everything. If you’re looking for a polished crime biopic, skip it. But if you want to stare straight into the abyss of human darkness, this film goes there. Don’t expect to feel good after.