Turns out that “Borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered ’80s” is great, actually.

Lisa is a misunderstood, lonely teenager. Her dad doesn’t understand her, her cheerleading step-sister doesn’t understand her and mental health nurse step mum positively hates her. She spends her free time in a decrepit grave yard talking to the gravestone of a dead poet, whose zombified body she inadvertently resurrects.

Cue journey of self discovery as she tries to hide, fix and date her hot zombie poet boyfriend. The problem being that what Lisa discovers about herself is that she’s an absolute dick.

And this is what makes this film an absolute riot. Whilst Lisa is always entirely relatable (all of us were a this self obsessed at one point in our teenage years), watching her gradually embrace her new found self confidence to the point of serial murderer is glorious.

A Diablo Cody script being sharp, warm, funny and insightful is hardly a surprise. But Zelda Williams 80’s-to-the-Max aesthetic really is. It’s not nostalgic as she doesn’t remember the eighties. Instead, she leans into the idea that this is an eighties teen comedy made by someone who’s never experienced the actual eighties and instead has pieced together what it was like from pop-culture. It’s familiar but new and I loved it.

One of the films of the year for me, an absolute belter.