
Death Becomes Her | La Morte ti fa bella (Robert Zemeckis, 1992)
[/column] [column grid=”2″ span=”1″]Cinema and fashion are magnets, charges of the same sign, able to touch each other just for a single frame or for the entire run of the film. When this happens, it is always a thrill. The magnetic shock out of the screen: it is as if the pieces of a unlimited puzzle starts to vibrate, to dancing around, as if to suggest their links, their interconnections, which we knew to be there, but only now we can assemble. And while meet the first, we will feel part of that vast world – cinema and fashion – and suffer all the same influences.
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Anche l’enorme voragine nel ventre di Goldie Hawn e i cerchi che sforano gli abiti di Victor&Rolf, non a caso entrambi su sfondo rosso.Gli stilisti Victor&Rolf però sono più clementi, traforano solo l’abito e risparmiano la modella. Il regista Robert Zemeckis, invece, non ha pietà né per l’attrice Goldie Hawn (Helen Sharp), né per la povera Meryl Streep (Madeline Ashton): gli effetti speciali le rendono manichini deformabili e frantumabili.
[/column] [column grid=”2″ span=”1″]It all comes back.
The enormous hole in the belly of Goldie Hawn and circles overshoot clothing and Victor & Rolf, not surprisingly both on red background. The designers Victor & Rolf, however, are more lenient, only pierce the dress and save the model. Director Robert Zemeckis, however, has no pity nor for the actress Goldie Hawn (Helen Sharp), nor for the poor Meryl Streep (Madeline Ashton): special effects make them dummies deformable and crushable.
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[/column] [column grid=”2″ span=”1″]Who among us has not been traumatized in the nineties from the hills and twisted the severed heads of “Death Becomes Her”? Or from Streep trudging with the trunk completely upside down, shouting, “My ass! I can see my ass”. Death is not just as beautiful as the title promises, nor the elixir of youth satisfy the two protagonists. Of course, the potion, sold to them by the statuary Isabella Rossellini, makes them immortal, but this does not include accident insurance, then the two beautiful divas of Beverly Hills will retouch themself for eternity, and in the worst case groped to mend a body went in pieces.
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[/column] [column grid=”2″ span=”1″]For this reason, they will try to cage the poor Dr. Ernest Menville, ex-boyfriend and stolen husband and the best plastic surgeon among the illustrious dead in Hollywood. Ernest (Bruce Willis) will be only the initial reason for the dispute, and then went to promote unity between the two, which together will force him to restore their decadent make up for all the days to come. The “gravedigger” portrait from the beginning as the weaker and more submissive to the femmes fatale, will be the only morally balance, not yielding to the temptation of immortality and providing for the disastrous consequences. Especially he will try to kill himself rather than endure the two zombies. Ernest maintains a consistent, both ethical and physical. Madeline is young, then old, then young again. Helen is cute and happy, then fat and depressed because she was deprive of her husband, then a sultry femme fatale, blatantly similar to the character of Jessica Rabbit (just four years before Zemeckis shoot the film “Who Framed Roger Rabbit”)
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[/column] [column grid=”2″ span=”1″]With this black comedy we come to the most gruesome kitsch, nearly splatter: the clumsy scuffle between the two, with blades rather than sharp swords, certainly not look like the fight between Uma Thurman and Lucy Liu. But the basic elements are there: blatantly fake special effects, which have done so much debated by Meryl Streep, supporter of spontaneous acting. Then there’s the blood, but not “splat” but it is only pandant with fiery red outfit Helen. And finally, the cult of hedonism, physical perfection, as pursued in the eighties and butchered and torn apart by the most ruthless directors like Tarantino and Rodriguez.
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[/column] [column grid=”2″ span=”1″]And this is the real pro-conductor of the story: the obsession with beauty and the first failure of a body in an advanced age, in an age where image is everything and the only major terror is to become “cheap”. It accepts any compromise just to stay toned even disappear from circulation after ten years from the potion, to not suspicious the crowds. You can only participate in the events of the “chosen ones” who have been granted the elixir. At these parties we can find Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley, and last but not least, how could miss Andy Warhol, omnipresent at every round of our trilogy. Besides A. declared that he would go to any social event, even the opening of a toilet!
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