Yesterday, my editor and I were gushing over Heathers, 'cause...well, it's only the best teen murder-suicide comedy ever. And, probably one of the best dark comedies ever scripted. Here's a clip. Lunchtime poll, because I couldn't find Heather #1's funeral scene.
Because that's not enough ha-ha, here's a clip from my second favorite dark comedy, Freeway. Careful with this one, despite your preformed opinions about America's sweetheart, Reese Witherspoon knows how to sling the F-bomb.
I found it.
I first saw Heathers in the theater (Capital Hill, Seattle), so long ago. Here's what will seriously date me: after the movie, my friend and I walked out to the car and I realized I left my car stereo bag inside. Oops.