Natural Born Killers would have made no difference. In fact, it makes no difference anyway. Natural Born Killers is probably the ultimate postmodern film. It is style without content which argues content is pointless and irrelevant. It juxtaposes Rodney King with I Love Lucy and asks not that we draw conclusions from it, but that we realise both are now part of the imagistic maelstrom which constitutes a world dead to itself and alive only to the thrill of the moment.
Nothing means anything.
Everything means nothing. There is nothing in this film that we haven't seen before. But in noting this, you are simply identifying one of its essential postmodern characteristics. It is supposed to invoke meaningful cultural objects from previous eras and empty them of their original resonances. They Live by Night and thoroughly worked over and examined in Badlands .