The Informers – A Kaleidoscope of Chaos

Greetings cinephiles! So, I just watched “The Informers,” and let me tell you, it left me feeling like I’d been in one of those kaleidoscope funhouses at Liseberg – you know, when you can’t figure out which way’s up and some other kid’s sticky candy is glued to your shoe?

Bret Easton Ellis brings his novel to life against the backdrop of gaudy ’80s LA, and with a cast that’s an absolute smörgåsbord for film fans: Billy Bob Thornton, Kim Basinger, and the late, great Mickey Rourke just to name-drop a few. And directed by Gregor Jordan – you’d think this star-studded cocktail would be absolutely banging. But, like a Swedish surströmming party, it’s an acquired taste.

This movie hasn’t got a single thread to grab onto, jumping from one moral absurdity to another, like a frog on midsummer’s night. Eh, maybe that’s the point? The superficiality, the total detachment. But honestly, it left me a bit like I feel after eating too much knäckebröd – uncomfortably full yet unsatisfied.

Fun fact, the film made me recall the time I went to a Hollywood party (name-dropping? moi?) and saw an actor snorting icing sugar from a doughnut he thought was something else. That’s kinda what ‘The Informers’ feels like at times – selling us something sweet, but it ain’t right.

Yet, amid the polished detachment, there’s something oddly mesmerizing about its emptiness. The beautiful disaster of rich brats and broken dreams. Perhaps it’s a reminder of those odd summer gigs from youth that never made sense but have become rough-edged memories with their own bizarre charm.

In the end, would I recommend it? I guess if you’re in the mood for neon nostalgia and a journey through disenchanted ambition, pop it in the old DVD player. But, like fika without kanelbullar, don’t expect it to satisfy every craving.

So, what about you folks? Ever seen reality hidden beneath layers of glitter? Let’s chat.

Check the trailer below