Black comedy in which two high school students begin murdering their classmates.
Some of Heathers doesn’t quite hold up now, in my view; it can seem a little formless. But its beady-eyed strangeness and anarchy look even more surreal 30 years on, and Ryder is a unique talent as an elfin, ingenue who is also a killer.
At 30, Heathers is still scathing, pitch-black and relatable. Be warned: its searing one-liners lampoon everything from suicide to eating disorders (“bulimia is so 87”). In today’s age of hypersensitivity, it may leave a bitter taste; at least it’s anything but bland.
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