It’s one thing to want someone out of your life, but it’s another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid drainer.

The 80s might be known for some of the best feel good high school flicks. Ones that tug at your heart strings because of the labels high school manages to place on everyone (Breakfast Club) or ones that deal with love from afar… You know, the kind of afar that’s actually right next to you with your best friend (Some Kind Of Wonderful.)

And then? Then there was the one that had the orignal group of Mean Girls. This group color coordinated their outfits. They played croquet in the afternoons and they ate paté. Typical story about a group of teenagers in high school who wanted nothing more than to be at the top of the popularity ladder, what happens when an outsider shows up and one of the in-crowd starts dealing with high school politics.

They take the logical route. You know, by killing people and then making it look like suicide. How’s that for dealing with someone who made you have a bad day?

Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?

Heathers made fun of suicide (Whether to kill yourself or not is one of the most important decisions a teenager can make.), homosexuality (I love my dead gay son!) and eating disorders (Yeah, where’s your urge to purge?) The Heathers ruled the school with an iron fist until JD shows up and Veronica, the only one in the group not named Heather, takes notice. One thing leads to another and before you know it the cool kids are dropping like flies.

Heathers was the type of movie that almost made you feel guilty for laughing but you just couldn’t. It was odd. It was dark. It was hilarious. And best of all? It couldn’t have come along in a better decade.

We ♥ Heathers.


~ by weheart80s on June 24, 2010.

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