London Kills Me (1991) tells the story of what hipsters do when the party’s over. Characters named Muffdiver and Clint Eastwood (not that one) are part of The Posse, a group of drug-using and -dealing squatters, only Eastwood is ready to hang up his Dirty Harry and try to enter the straight world. All he needs is a pair of shoes to land a job as a waiter and a ticket off the streets. But why does he want to leave when the heroin-addicted Emer McCourt is just as happy to put a spike in her arm or Eastwood’s woody between her legs? Emer flashes her small wonders a couple of times, breast seen in a bathtub, and that just kills me. London’s burning with hotness now!