
1989 · Michael Lehmann
How Heathers has been received, argued over, and remembered.
A box-office flop in 1989 — too mean for teens raised on John Hughes — it was rescued by home video and is now canonised as the definitive dark teen satire, the acid that everything from Jawbreaker to Mean Girls is diluted from.
The perennial debate is whether Heathers 'could ever be made today' — fans argue over how its cheerful treatment of teen death and school violence reads in a post-Columbine world, and whether that edge is the whole point or a period artifact.
'What's your damage?' entered the language, and lines like 'I love my dead gay son' are still quoted constantly; it spawned a hit off-Broadway musical, a TV reboot attempt, and serves as the acknowledged blueprint for Mean Girls-style teen-clique satire — croquet mallets and scrunchies included.
A bulletproof cult classic and Letterboxd favourite — the 'you must have seen this' entry point to dark teen comedy, and peak Winona Ryder for a whole generation.