When Meryl Streep competes with Goldie Hawn for who is the Hollywood hottie, even in death, there's ample suggestion is performance is going to go out to a whole new dimension of dementedness. Bruce Willis is always good for twisted roles and Isabella Rosellini is the dark mystical part of this just in case you didn't think the movie was hot enough already.
Meryl Streep may not have been your first pick for a wet t-shirt contest but you probably never saw this and, dayum, she was sure puttin' on the dog and she looks like she has one hell of a good time playing the most narcissistic celebrity who ever came off the stage.
Goldie Hawn was the wallflower competitor who lost Bruce Willis to Meryl Streep and there's only one suitable form of revenge: kill her.
In fairly short order, Meryl Streep is dead, Goldie Hawn is dead, and Bruce Willis is seriously confused about what to do because Meryl Streep and Goldie Hawn don't let death inhibit much. In death, the movie lives the most and fulfills its most diabolical aspirations.
"Death Becomes Her" doesn't show the comedic genius of the Three Stooges slapping each other or poking each other in the eyes and it doesn't show the genius of Jerry Lewis as he pratfalls to land on his face. It also doesn't have the comic brilliance of Will Ferrell doing, well, whatever he does.
The movie is high five funny with some deadly evil lines and it's all the more a riot with Goldie Hawn and Meryl Streep as competing sex bombs when they are highly-convincing ... even when they are dead, maybe especially when they are dead.
All of this is in determined resistance to the news and I know what's in it but I'm tired of being reminded humans are despicable, present company excepted, of course. There's no need to flog anything as you know already it only takes a sentence from Rush Limbaugh before you're ready to call in a meteorite strike on the Earth just as quickly as I will do it.
Screw that as it's all nothing more than a massive contrivance for evil purpose. We can't stop it and bitching about it just wastes time when it accomplishes nothing whatever.
There's no thinking of 'don't worry, be happy' as the idea makes no sense. If that's the key to happiness then have a lobotomy and find Nirvana.
The awareness of what humans can be is what comes from movies and maybe that's from a wildly-demented corpse or something else but there's more insight coming from those than anywhere else just now. The most unusual thing is those corpses showed more signs of life than are observed much online. Most of them hide under their shells, telling themselves, 'I'm a patriot and I'm doing the right thing.'
Dayum, Meryl Streep was the bar none hottest corpse I have ever seen.
Meryl Streep may not have been your first pick for a wet t-shirt contest but you probably never saw this and, dayum, she was sure puttin' on the dog and she looks like she has one hell of a good time playing the most narcissistic celebrity who ever came off the stage.
Goldie Hawn was the wallflower competitor who lost Bruce Willis to Meryl Streep and there's only one suitable form of revenge: kill her.
In fairly short order, Meryl Streep is dead, Goldie Hawn is dead, and Bruce Willis is seriously confused about what to do because Meryl Streep and Goldie Hawn don't let death inhibit much. In death, the movie lives the most and fulfills its most diabolical aspirations.
"Death Becomes Her" doesn't show the comedic genius of the Three Stooges slapping each other or poking each other in the eyes and it doesn't show the genius of Jerry Lewis as he pratfalls to land on his face. It also doesn't have the comic brilliance of Will Ferrell doing, well, whatever he does.
The movie is high five funny with some deadly evil lines and it's all the more a riot with Goldie Hawn and Meryl Streep as competing sex bombs when they are highly-convincing ... even when they are dead, maybe especially when they are dead.
All of this is in determined resistance to the news and I know what's in it but I'm tired of being reminded humans are despicable, present company excepted, of course. There's no need to flog anything as you know already it only takes a sentence from Rush Limbaugh before you're ready to call in a meteorite strike on the Earth just as quickly as I will do it.
Screw that as it's all nothing more than a massive contrivance for evil purpose. We can't stop it and bitching about it just wastes time when it accomplishes nothing whatever.
There's no thinking of 'don't worry, be happy' as the idea makes no sense. If that's the key to happiness then have a lobotomy and find Nirvana.
The awareness of what humans can be is what comes from movies and maybe that's from a wildly-demented corpse or something else but there's more insight coming from those than anywhere else just now. The most unusual thing is those corpses showed more signs of life than are observed much online. Most of them hide under their shells, telling themselves, 'I'm a patriot and I'm doing the right thing.'
Dayum, Meryl Streep was the bar none hottest corpse I have ever seen.
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