Review – James Elroy’s Feast of Death

Fun fact to know and tell: Elroy knows a genuinely astounding number of meat-related slang phrases for sex. He also appears to have some lingering issues related to the murder of his mother decades ago. The grief isn’t surprising, but the Freudian elements … well, let’s just say they’re sort of unwelcome. As are the random camera contortions, hideous ECUs of Elroy’s mouth, and other witless video tricks the director apparently thought he had to build in to the movie just to keep it going. Instead, the camerawork and cuts merely intrude upon what would otherwise have been interesting (albeit often bizarre and/or disgusting) conversations between Elroy and cops, true crime authors, and – for no readily apparent reason – Nick Nolte. At the end of the experience I walked away with little more than a vague wish that I’d just stuck with Elroy’s books rather than learning anything about him as a person. See if desperate