Directed by Gregor Jordan
Lifestyles of the rich and nihilistic in 1980s Los Angeles
“If anything can kill America’s long-running love affair with the ’80s,” it’s The Informers,” said Lou Lumenick in the New York Post. A “tedious and tawdry adaptation” of Bret Easton Ellis’ book, the film follows a “interchangeable collection of empty-headed,” self-absorbed hedonists through 1983 Los Angeles. They hop from bed to bed, and from coke to prescription meds, but “rarely has so much sin seemed so boring.” Their deviant behavior won’t stir a reaction “more intense than mild irritation,” said A.O. Scott in The New York Times. In the book, Ellis’ storytelling occasionally revealed “a morose clarity,” and his “deadpan, brain-dead dialogue” hinted at satire. But this film—whose script he helped to write—has no sense of humor and, worse yet, nothing to say. The Informers offers little except “the trenchant observation that determinedly shallow people are worthy of scorn,” said Chris Kaltenbach in the Baltimore Sun. Director Gregor Jordan was inspired by Robert Altman’s Short Cuts, but Altman never would have wasted film on characters as vapid and witless as these.