“What’s your damage, Heather?”
The most acidic of ’80s comedies, this was written as a direct counterpoint to the usually more uplifting teen films of John Hughes.
In fact, writer Daniel Waters had hopes Stanley Kubrick(!) would direct.
While your brain melts at the thought of what that might have looked like, the hunk of celluloid nirvana eventually crafted by first-time feature film director Michael Lehmann remains a must-see.
Winona Ryder, the “it girl” of my generation, kills it as always as our conflicted heroine, while Christian Slater makes for a very-effective heartthrob with a hankerin’ for homicide.
Wickedly good.
