Watched: 10/12/2024
Format: Peacock
Viewing: First
Director: Robert Zemeckis
Selection: Jamie
No, I'd never seen Death Becomes Her (1992). My guess is that I didn't think this would be actually funny, and - as it turns out - I was wrong about that. This movie is funny as hell.
I guess maybe 1992 me couldn't process that Meryl Streep is funny, too, on top of everything else. I also used to avoid movies where I thought people were working outside their lane in general, and that's a dumb, dumb thing to do. But, give me a break, I was 17. I thought this was going to be one of those movies polite adults in the 1980's and 90's laughed at, but wasn't actually laugh-out-loud good. But - I admit I laughed a lot finally seeing it.
The movie has a long, but terrific set-up that lets the leads all play it to the hilt - and that's really what's so fun about the movie. It's a small cast, but getting to see Goldie Hawn at the height of her comedic powers play the many versions of her character, and Meryl Streep playing the hot platinum blonde terrified of aging is a delight. And while I read Kevin Kline was considered for Bruce Willis' part (and I can imagine him in it, very easily), Willis was good.
The plot is windy, involves actual magic, and Isabella Rossellini as a sort of mystic who can provide people with a potion to make them young and beautiful forever. Half of the movie is about setting up a scenario in which we understand how and why Streep would do this - a plastic surgery addict terrified of what's happening to her. And Hawn as a woman bent on romantic revenge for Streep stealing all of her men - leading up to stealing and marrying her fiance, Willis.
The gag, then, is that this potion doesn't just grant eternal youth and beauty, it makes you the undead, essentially. You can't feel pain. You can't die, no matter what happens to your body.
It's a wicked critique of Hollywood/ society's obsession with youthful appearances - especially in women, and the insanity that many people in the public eye will go through in order to delay the time when they can't play the young sex bomb and move into other roles. But, also, familiar to all of us (I say as I near 50, looking like 10 miles of bad road). Still - I know the pinch is harder for women, and can't imagine the pressure on women in the spotlight.
What I thought was going to just be a goofy movie about people physically abusing each other because they can't die becomes something else entirely, about how we're tied together, what it means to age gracefully, and the insanity of trying to remain relevant, and the inevitable self-destruction we do trying to fight nature.
Would I have gotten the gags at 17? I mean, on paper... yes. In reality, it lands a whole lot better now. It's not an abstraction. And, the actresses I crushed on as a youth are now in their 60's and 70's and watching that curve is.. curious. Let alone watching actresses more in line with my own generation occasionally just defy youth, Lisa Kudrow.
At the time the movie came out, the FX were considered mind-boggling, and - you know what? They hold up really, really well for 1992. There's bits I really don't know how they did them in the era - and because they were done with such care and to fit in with the look of movies of the time, they hold up just shockingly well, not hidden behind darkness or anything, and with no obvious matte-ing or anything. Today's FX folks could stand to look at this wonder from the era - including how they use practical make-up for lots of bits.
As a Halloween movie, it works as it does involve the undead and horror of what they've done to themselves, but played for laughs. It's hard not to look at Streep and Hawn in the last scene and think of some Golden Age actresses and their final years in film - and that they really did depend on each other even as they were ready to start slugging each other.
not for nothing, but I will never get how Isabella Rossellini was not a major sex symbol of the 80's and 90's
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