As much as I enjoyed Heathers— and don’t get me wrong, I really did— I wondered at the end, seeing this movie from an over-sensitized post-Columbine viewpoint, where the filmmakers stood. They take a special glee in displaying both the deaths of the jocks and the Heathers, and Jason Dean’s evident psychosis. I fully support the notion that everything deserves— and in most cases, needs— to be satirized, but I was left with a somewhat dirty taste in my mouth after watching Heathers. There’s nothing wrong with that, necessarily; I just don’t that that’s what Mr. Lehmann and Mr. Waters were going for.