Jun
20th
Sat
20th
I’m re-watching Heathers. SOME THOUGHTS:
- F/M/K, Heather Chandler, Heather McNamara, Heather Duke? Fuck H. Chandler, marry H. McNamara, kill H. Duke. DEFINITIVE ANSWER.
- I know we’re all supposed to love Veronica Sawyer, but knowing what we know now about any of the popular people in high school - as well as what we know now about Winona Ryder - I think it’s safe to say that she sucks, too. I mean, Relatively speaking? Sure, she’s the coolest of the four of them. But honestly, isn’t she just a lame, late ’80s, mid-western pseudo-hipster? She wears a MONOCLE while writing in her journal, for Christ’s sake.
- Don’t even get me started on those blazers. 1988, am I right? Ladies? Am I right?
- Having said that, Martha Dumptruck and Betty Finn were the only redeemable students at Westerburg High.
- Whatever happened to Glenn Shadix? Oh.
- I had forgotten how angsty this movie is. This movie has more angst than my little brother had between 2002 and 2007.
- If there really eventually is a sequel to Heathers, I hope the plot does not involve teenage suicide (PSA: Don’t do it), but instead focuses on Veronica Sawyer in her early 40s ruminating on the fact that she wasn’t as smart and self-aware as she thought she was in high school. And I hope there’s a scene in which she re-watches Singles, because that would be really funny.
- As much as I joke about it, I really love Heathers. Didn’t everyone own this on VHS and subsequently wear it out from repeated viewings? I learned a lot from Heathers, specifically from Veronica Sawyer. Where do you think I get my bad attitude? If you will:
Reblogging because this movie was the inspiration for my Twitter name, @ImAVeronica. Also, that picture above? The reason I had six different pairs of blue tights in high school.
