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<title>
Aug. 03, 1992: Reviews:Cinema
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
Aug. 03, 1992 AIDS: Losing the Battle
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 72
CINEMA
Beverly Hills Corpse
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<p>By Richard Corliss
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<l>TITLE: DEATH BECOMES HER</l>
<l>DIRECTOR: Robert Zemeckis</l>
<l>WRITERS: Martin Donovan and David Koepp</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Meryl Streep shines in a glitzy black
comedy, but it's still She-Devil with a make-over.
</p>
<p> Men pump up at the spa, bake their chests on the beach,
use Rogaine as a hair spray. Yuppie vanity knows no gender. Yet
Death Becomes Her says the yearning for youth is solely a
female problem. This is a movie that hates women every bit as
much as Enchanted April adores them.
</p>
<p> Madeline (Meryl Streep), an actress, and Helen (Goldie
Hawn), a writer, are obsessed with their bodies. They will go
to a quack doctor or a fat farm to get flat and firm. To find
a potion that will keep them forever young--a kind of
Preparation Age--Mad and Hell will even make a mud-pact with
Satan. And you can bet the devil is a woman (Isabella
Rossellini). Only the sodden man in their lives (Bruce Willis),
a plastic surgeon turned makeup artist for the newly dead, has
any understanding of the toxic wastes that lace the Fountain of
Youth.
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<p> For about an hour--while Streep is doing her nonpareil
wicked-witch routine--you can have a good, mean time at this
movie, in synch with the cartoonish comedy (Meryl tumbling down
a staircase that has about 359 steps) and elaborate special
effects (Is that a hole in Goldie's stomach or has she really
slimmed down?). All this is swell. Farce, after all, should
never be politically correct.
</p>
<p> But the best farces are animated by disinterest, not
contempt. This one is undone by the twin Hollywood trends of
misogyny and morphing. The picture's political and technical
slickness betrays its intentions and gives it the smooth,
opulently dressed, unwontedly cheery look of a Beverly Hills
corpse.
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