The Shards on Disney+ review: Watchable and dreamily shallow but lacks suspense

Bret Easton Ellis’s novels have been notoriously hard to adapt. Satirical, graphic, tonally tricky — ice-cool, self-conscious, wickedly funny — only the film version of American Psycho has had any lasting impact and it needed to adopt a lightly comedic take to do so, completely missing the chilling depiction of the hell at the end of America’s Me decades. Now though, it seems the world has shifted into a sufficiently dark and decadent era for Ellis to feel relevant (lifestyle over lives, people…