So Sex and Death 101 - the new movie sorta-starring Winona Ryder and directed by the guy who did Heathers - came out last weekend. Supposedly it's wretched, and I'm guessing there's a 3 percent chance I'll ever get around to seeing it. That sheer lack of enthusiasm notwithstanding, I was going to use the movie's release as an opportunity to do some kind of Heathers nostalgia post, all full of references to Swatch dogs and Diet Cokeheads. But then I caught Beetlejuice on TV a little while back, and I realized that's the Winona I most want to pay tribute to: Veronica Sawyer's a bad-ass for sure, but at the end of the day I feel so much more fondness for the gothy loner photographer-girl. Plus, 16-year-old Winona makes an unspeakably grand entrance (perched atop a chair as movers carry it into the house, carefully clutching her camera), utters one of the most brilliant bits of angsty-girl dialogue ever ("My whole life is a darkroom: One. Big. Dark. Room"), and generally out-stranges Emily the Strange all through the entire movie. I wish I could post the scene where her family's eating Chinese take-out and Winona's wearing that crazy black-lace veil, but we'll have to make do with a more sunny version of Lydia Deetz: This is the "Shake, Shake, Shake, Senora" bit from the last few minutes of Beetlejuice, and really the freakiest thing about it is Alec Baldwin's now-unfathomable skinny geekiness. Also, let me take this moment to profess my undying affection for Catherine O'Hara, who I wish would appear in every movie ever made.