Death Becomes Her (1992)

Robert Zemeckis’s Death Becomes Her is a macabre, hilarious romp through the world of vanity, immortality, and revenge — a film that looks like high-gloss Hollywood but plays like a twisted fairy tale.

Meryl Streep and Goldie Hawn star as bitter rivals fighting over fame, beauty, and one hapless man (Bruce Willis). When both women drink a mysterious elixir promising eternal youth, things spiral into absurdity: their bodies refuse to die but refuse to stay intact, either.

Zemeckis uses cutting-edge early ’90s visual effects — cracked necks, twisted limbs, bullet holes through midsections — to turn physical comedy into surreal body horror. Yet beneath the camp, Death Becomes Her offers biting satire about Hollywood’s obsession with youth and perfection.

It’s as wicked as it is glamorous, anchored by Streep and Hawn’s delicious overacting and Willis’s befuddled charm. Death Becomes Her feels like The Twilight Zone in sequins — dark, funny, and way ahead of its time.

Rating: ★★★★☆ (4.5/5) — A campy, sharp, and unforgettable fantasy about the price of eternal beauty.