Review of Death Becomes Her (1992) by Michael Sragow for New Yorker — 07 Oct 2015
Willis musters a fine, beaten air as a love-struck schlub, and Hawn proves that a comedian can be infectiously funny even as a woefully depressed character. The best reason to see the film is Streep. She deliriously sends up the kind of show-biz narcissist who can turn a pelvic tilt into an expression of self-love.
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This review of Death Becomes Her (1992) was written by Michael Sragow and published by New Yorker on 07 Oct 2015.
Death Becomes Her has generally received positive reviews.
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