Heathers, the 1988 high-school black comedy, got turned into a musical a few years back, and this summer it travelled to London’s West End. A good time then to revisit the original film – which is exactly what one smart distributor is doing, releasing the movie into UK cinemas this week. The film suffered bad box-office karma back the in late 1980s – it wasn’t a hit (though it did acquire cult status on video) – so perhaps the publicity around the musical will nudge people back to the original source.
Which would be a good thing because Heathers jumps off the screen: this is a savage, witty, impeccably stylish act of subversion against some of the rosier clichés of the teen pic. Set in an Ohio high school, the film takes its name from the three most popular students in senior year: a trio of affluent, glamorous girls, each called Heather. The Heathers are all smiles, big hair and even bigger shoulder pads, but the poise of perfection disguises spiky cruelty.
The clique is domineering, conniving and ruthless in maintaining its elite position in the school, but their fourth member Veronica (Winona Ryder) is beginning to question the cost of their popularity following a particularly ugly practical joke played on an unfortunate fellow student.
It’s a world familiar from countless high-school pictures from the 1950s onwards: a hierarchy of nerds, cheerleaders, goths, outsiders and jocks that is as tightly defined and status-obsessed as that of any Renaissance court. American high schools were possibly like that at the time of Heathers’ production but director Michael Lehmann makes no attempt at naturalism. This is a film of creamy artifice and woozy theatricality: the sets are garish, the dialogue arch and self-conscious: “How very” is a preferred expression of enthusiasm in Heathers-speak.
Hassled in the cafeteria by two bullying jocks, JD calmly pulls a gun from his jacket and fires blanks at his would-be tormenters
Shrugging off the requirements of documentary-style realism lets Heathers works on other, richer levels. It’s at once a satire on the pressure to conform in Reagan-era America; a daringly cynical take on the mass psychology of suicide cults; a twisted mash-up of horror film and teen romance and convincingly gripping psychological thriller. The film is Lehmann’s debut and it’s a triumph of tonal control – which is as well because things quickly become very dark and weird.