Suddenly I have an urge to purge. I mean, a “Heathers” sequel, 20-plus years later? It’s only one of the best high school movies ever made, but making a sequel would be worse than sexually perverse photography exibits involving tennis rackets. I’d rather have a brain tumor for breakfast.
Sorry — did that sound bitchy?
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worse than sexually perverse photography exibits involving tennis rackets
Or croquet, for that matter.
Just as long as you stay away from badminton rackets.
And let’s not even begin with chainsaws — gentle or not.
J.
I have to say that although I found Heathers great twenty years ago, I found after a recent viewing that it hasn’t aged well. Really, the best high school movie was and remains Gregory’s Girl. Sixteen Candles is the close second.
I guess now that I’m further and further away from the absurd cartoon reality world that is high school, a story focused on self-centered dumbfucks just loses its ability to amuse me, even though I was glad to see them die. I’d rather watch the hormonally-imbalanced teenagers of Sixteen Candles and Gregory’s Girl than witty repartee from a psychotic Christian Slater and equally psychotic Heathers before Little Miss Voiceover gives it all a super-false optimistic ending. It’s much more fun to watch the clueless people you really can’t hate than a cast of people being dicks to each other and then have an ending where all the dicks die and the voiceover of reason tries desperately to tie it all into a neat bow.
Still, I eagerly await a plethora of good one-liners and insults and conversations where the dad is an idiot.
Oh, it gets worse:
That’s as bad an idea as Gladiator II: The Revenge of Gracchus.
I’ve never been amused or entertained by casual murder. I suppose I’m not cool enough.
Actually, if you want to see a truly bad attempt at black comedy and murder (also starring Christian Slater; what was he thinking?), try Very Bad Things. The title is prophetic, as it is a very bad movie starring very evil people.
My favorite high school movie: Clueless
Best dark humor with kiddies: Welcome to the Dollhouse
Clueless was good, but I like The New Guy…