There is only one word to describe Death Becomes Her: aggressive. This movie is cranked up to 100, and it's completely unrelentless in this approach. I find that it falls into a category of late 80s/early 90s movies which feature sexy middle-aged heroines of the 70s (Cher, Meryl, Susan Sarandon, Sally Field, Goldie Hawn. etc.) and seem to be overwhelmingly camp in tone. Ironically, Death Becomes Her reads to me as quite a misogynistic movie - two vapid, hopelessly vain and crass women duke it out over a man, who turns out to be the most multi-dimensional person in the story. Yet it's just one of those situations where I will simply have to look the other way. I loved it! The macabre special effects, the twisted humour, the ridiculous over-acting, the severe MILF costumes - I can’t get enough of it. The movie’s thesis seems to be abundantly obvious, yet I am unable to pinpoint just what it wanted me to take away… plastic surgery bad? Death Becomes Her was a flop when it initially came out in 1992, but in true Showgirls fashion, this camp masterpiece was given a second life by the LGBTQ community. And I could not be more grateful. The only thing left to do now is to see which movie would win in a fight.