With three of his literary works already translated onto the big screen, it was only a matter of time before another one of Bret Easton Ellis' novels was adapted into a film. The Informers is a collection of short stories following the lives of various glitterati, dealers of flesh and Colombian snow, and the occasional supernatural bloodsucking fiend. These characters were woven throughout the book to emphasize how their disparate lives and disturbing stories weren't all that different. Somehow this easily adaptable collection of wide-ranging stories with incredible mass appeal has been filmed into a chaotic mess of boring cliches, overstuffed homages to the requisite gaudy hairdos and totally tubular lingo, and oft gratuitous nude scenes that convey nothing within the hour and forty minutes it runs.