When Jeffrey Franken's girlfriend, Elizabeth Shelley, is killed by his automated lawn mower, he decides to bring her back to life using the body parts of dead prostitutes. That's the plot in a nutshell.
Poor Veronica (Winona Rider). Beautiful, rich and popular and she still hates her life. She gets to do Christian Slater and still is depressed. Probably because her friends are all assholes - and they're all named 'Heather'.
Who hasn't fantasized about blowing their high school sky high? I still do and I just finished college. For every popular cheerleader/jock in high school, there are ten normal human beings. That being so, it is only logical that finally someone would make a film reflecting the fantasy of every band queer, stoner and sensitive soul, etc.
Of Kevin Smith's 'Jersey Trilogy,' Mallrats is the last one that I saw. I had been told that it was stupid, that it was just not Clerks. True - most of Mallrats is pretty stupid and it isn't Clerks, but it was goddamn funny. Way funnier than Clerks in a lot of places. I was expecting something like a Pauly Shore movie but it was more like a Mike Meyers movie (is that good or bad?)