HEATHERS (1989)
Director: Michael Lehmann
New World PicturesJ.D. looks up from the carton of milk he has been sipping from to find two of the schools most notorious jocks, Kurt and Ram looking down on him as he sits alone in the crowded cafeteria. Naturally drawn to weak prey, the two beefcakes waste no time in verbally lambasting J.D. with a tiresome diatribe of homosexual insults. It’s J.D.’s first day at Westerberg High and already his outcast demeanour has ruffled the feathers of the status quo. Never one to suffer fools gladly, J.D. puts down the milk having slaked his thirst and casually pulls a .357 Magnum pistol from his black overcoat, aims it at his tormentors, cocks the hammer and pulls the trigger. BANG!
The smoke clears as screams still fill the air to find Kurt and Ram standing in a combined pool of their own urine. Jason Dean (Christian Slater) tricked them with a blank bullet and they scamper away whilst everyone laughs. It was at that moment when Veronica Sawyer (Winona Ryder) became intrigued with the misanthropic drifter known as J.D.
All hell breaks loose when Veronica ditches the most elite Westerberg clique, "The Heathers", a neurotic trio of bulimic rich-bitches who share the same first name, in favour of J.D. and his anarchic follies. A shocking suicide occurs soon after their coupling and a domino effect sweeps through Westerberg High. Can J.D. and Veronica’s budding teenage love survive, or will they become architects of destruction?
Round up your favourite posse, pour a packet of Maltesers into a fresh bowl of hot popcorn and revel in the blackest teenage comedy ever committed to film.
Bon’ Appetit!
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Review by Jordan Bloomer
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