Jacobson’s legacy as the Queen of Underground Cinema becomes laminated, with a social realism that has a perdurable cultural resonation: pre-Generation Y, to the present. Jacobson’s works construct different angles of the same portrait: transgressive fantasy and brutal realism. I Was a Teenage Serial Killer documents a day in the life of a young woman named Mary, who snaps into a serial-killing frenzy, targeting the men who objectify, rape and abuse her. On her depraved, yet strangely progressive mission she falls for fellow man-killer, Henry. Henry inspires hope in Mary when he reveals that his motivations lie in his hatred for the characteristics of heterosexual men, from the negative traits he, simultaneously, perceives in himself. Mary’s romantic fantasy is shattered when Henry’s deviance extend to violent desires towards women, re-invoking Mary’s justified cynicism in the male awakening and social change. The film ends with a faint optimism, as Mary proclaims that strength arises from voices of the marginalised that won’t be silenced, as she retires from her serial-killing career.