Death Becomes Her1992

Zemeckis-fest What an insane run for our mister Zemeckis. Back to the Future, Roger Rabbit, and now Death Becomes Her. All monuments of cinema to be lauded and hailed as touchstones of the filmmaking medium. There is a quirkiness to his work at this point that, knowing the future, seems to be the downfall of his career. But here, as in those other films, it is perfected. I honestly don’t know at this point which I prefer; they are all so strong. This is a gorgeous film. The colors, the production design, and of course, our leading ladies. And as beautiful as it is, it’s also incredibly funny with an absurdity that Zemeckis also seems to love. Obviously campy but measured with taste. There is an elegance and exactitude that is unmatched and unrivaled from similar films.  This movie will never die, and unlike the women in this film, it will not wither or grey nor crack or crumble. It will last and only grow more beautiful as time goes on. We have nothing left but to bask in its splendor.