Quentin Tarantino's Heathers, complete with multiple low-angle trunk shots, kitschy soundtrack cuts, and a Pam Grier appearance. The Hanna-Barbera sound effects were super fucking dumb though. The way it leans into Heathers, Clueless, Carrie, and many more is maybe a little too suffocating, but Darren Stein's paranoid Dutch angles and Sonnenfeld-esque swooshing camera shots give it enough cinematic juice to be its own thing. As satire, it's not quite there, but as a film, this thing's as enticing as the poster. Forget Dexter, I would've been longing for Julie Benz an entire decade more if I saw this when it came out. Oh, and it totally feels like a Dimension Films release, except it has no Weinstein stank.