as i begin to release items from my Heather collection, i think about what a cunning and nasty little piece of work the film truly is; and how very dead-on it remains in general regarding society and human nature. in contrast to the biting humor and outright viciousness of the film is the gorgeousness of the clothing and the perfection of the outfit assemblages---each Heather looks like an 80's angel as she works hard to make miserable the entirety of the high school caste below her. and in spite of her glossy, perfect exterior each Heather is herself as unhappy as those she deems to make miserable. it's a film filled with contrasts and juxtapositions; it's insightful and ballsy; and for it all, it works incredibly well. Veronica, the "non-Heather Heather" is an able and effective guide through all of the madness, and it's through her that we find some bit of resolution--the hope that there is some good in us, after all.