Send us a text Turkey month is filled with surrealism isn't it? Today were talking about: What price would you pay for eternal beauty? In Death Becomes Her (1992), vanity has a half-life, necks can spin like windmills, and immortality is anything but graceful. Streep and Hawn duel in high camp couture, their bodies breaking as their egos bend, while Bruce Willis looks like he’s one martini away from total collapse. It’s glamorous, grotesque, and a morality tale wrapped in glitter, bullets, an...
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Send us a text Turkey month is filled with surrealism isn't it? Today were talking about: What price would you pay for eternal beauty? In Death Becomes Her (1992), vanity has a half-life, necks can spin like windmills, and immortality is anything but graceful. Streep and Hawn duel in high camp couture, their bodies breaking as their egos bend, while Bruce Willis looks like he’s one martini away from total collapse. It’s glamorous, grotesque, and a morality tale wrapped in glitter, bullets, an...
Send us a text Turkey month is filled with surrealism isn't it? Today were talking about: What price would you pay for eternal beauty? In Death Becomes Her (1992), vanity has a half-life, necks can spin like windmills, and immortality is anything but graceful. Streep and Hawn duel in high camp couture, their bodies breaking as their egos bend, while Bruce Willis looks like he’s one martini away from total collapse. It’s glamorous, grotesque, and a morality tale wrapped in glitter, bullets, an...
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Send us a text Turkey month is filled with surrealism isn't it? Today were talking about: What price would you pay for eternal beauty? In Death Becomes Her (1992), vanity has a half-life, necks can spin like windmills, and immortality is anything but graceful. Streep and Hawn duel in high camp couture, their bodies breaking as their egos bend, while Bruce Willis looks like he’s one martini away from total collapse. It’s glamorous, grotesque, and a morality tale wrapped in glitter, bullets, an...
