The Informers

In 1983 L.A., studio exec William (Thornton) wants to reconcile with his heavily medicated wife Laura (Basinger) while continuing to see his self-doubting TV newscaster mistress (Ryder). Their son Graham (Foster) is indulging in drugs and sex with his girlfriend (Heard) and best pal (Nichols), who's also sleeping with Laura for cash. Meanwhile, Graham's doorman (Renfro) is trying to please his criminal father figure (Rourke), but Graham's friend Tim (Pucci) has no interest in connecting with his dad (Isaak).

Based on a book of intertwined stories by Ellis, the film is infused with his astute take on the 1980s lifestyle of the rich and lazy, as echoed in references to Reagan, group sex, Aids and the ubiquitous MTV. But unlike Less Than Zero or especially American Psycho, this film fails to capture Ellis' sarcastic tone. Instead of wry observations, we get wallowing drama. Individual scenes are sharply well-directed by Jordan, but the characters are far too shallow and aimless to care about.

This isn't the cast's fault. The standout is Ryder, who quietly creates the film's only sympathetic character. Basinger is also good in a showier role, while Pucci and the late Renfro find resonance in their maddeningly underwritten scenes. And Foster does a nice job in the central role, around whom everyone else connects. We're interested in him and want to know more about the ambiguous situations and feelings he encounters, but nothing ever comes into focus.

This is a big problem in a film like this, which needs the momentum of dramatic tension to carry us to a climactic convergence of the themes. But this never happens. We think it might come through the impending concert performance of a junkie rock star (Raido) or a pivotal confrontation between William and Laura or Tim and his father. But every plot fizzles out in a vague sense of tragic angst. And in watching people live such vacuous, clone-like lives of privilege and decadence, it's impossible to feel anything for them.