Heathers
Not nearly as unwatched as some of my previous entries, but I wanted to make sure you knew about it. Just in case.
High school girl Winona Ryder and boyfriend Christian Slater decide to start killing off members of her popular clique. In cold blood. With guns.
In my opinion this film could not get made today, and this is probably a good thing. A few of the on-screen murders, while no explicit gore is shown, are still genuinely disconcerting after twenty-eight years. That goes for the deficit in empathy from all characters; no one seems to particularly care that the mortality rate is skyrocketing at this high school.
At least watch for the terrific performance by Winona. Slater is fine too, even if he sometimes appears to be impersonating Jack Nicholson.
