Taking a hammer to the polished image of Hollywood teen horror, All the Boys Love Mandy Lane rips apart all the glossy mallrat stereotypes. Welcome to the post-Columbine world of dead teenagers as envisioned in this impaled, slashed and twisted take on the genre. Prepare for an arrow straight to the heart when you meet Mandy Lane. As the title character, Amber Heard - a relatively new face on the scene - radiates a confidence that is at once modest and sexy. Mandy is a shy, beautiful loner in the sea of insecure ostentations that make up the average high-school population. Male hormones rage out of control at the sight of her. Mandy has managed to keep away from the sexpot elite, who date jocks and put down their less attractive peers. Caught in the pubescent sexual crosshairs of several dudes eager to bed her, she accepts an invitation, along with two fellow hotties, for a weekend in the countryside at a Texas ranch house. It promises to be a decadent outing, to say the least. The girls are surrounded by sun-baked fields far from any supervision, aside from a sombre and hunky ranch hand (Anson Mount) who ignites their fantasies. The party gets started: drugs, booze and lust abound as the lads compete in the glorious quest to be the first to bone Mandy. She deflects their sloppy adolescent advances all day and, after dusk, an admirer hiding in the shadows starts to eliminate the competition for Mandy's attention. Her secret Valentine has a larger plan for her, writing a declaration of love with the blood of her classmates.