Bret Easton Ellis ("Less Than Zero" and "American Psycho") adapts his own acclaimed novel for the screen, returning to the Los Angeles of the early 1980's with a multi-strand narrative that deftly balances a vast array of characters who represent both the top of the heap (a Hollywood dream merchant, a dissolute rock star, an aging newscaster) and the bottom (a voyeuristic doorman, an amoral ex-con). Connecting all his intertwining strands are the quintessential Ellis protagonists—a group of beautiful, blonde young men and women who sleep all day and party all night, doing drugs—and one another—with abandon, never realizing that they are dancing on the edge of a volcano. Filmed with uncommon glamour and grit by acclaimed Australian director Gregor Jordan ("Ned Kelly," "Buffalo Soldiers"), "he Informers" is an alternately blistering and chilling portrait of hedonism run amuck.

MOVIE REVIEW

The Informers is like a 1980's version of Crash, only not as good, interesting or well-acted. Directed by Gregor Jordan, the movie is about several tragic characters all trying to make it their own way, whether it's doing drugs and having sex all night long or making a little cash by kidnapping a little boy for ransom. The movie was too dull to really pay attention to what was going on.
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