OUT 10 September / CERT 15 / 103 mins
Cinema has a lot to answer for. There was a time when, to an adolescent, impressionable blank canvas, the likes of Christian Slater in
Heathers seemed a worthy role model, because he looked cool and talked cool and Winona Ryder fancied him. In reality, or at least woke adulthood, if you bumped into this smirking buffoon you might ask, “Mate, what’s wrong with you?” Winona’s Veronica certainly gets the measure of Slater’s JD soon enough. And
Heathers is still a good lark, writer Daniel Waters’ biting dialogue (“Did you have a brain tumour for breakfast?”) holding up in a miraculously nihilistic film which birthed the likes of Mean Girls (directed by Waters’ brother Mark) and
Election. Those are arguably better works, but definitely less iconic. Michael Lehmann’s movie was pure John Hughes antidote, decidedly free of feelgood slush, and still snaps.