Let’s Be “Death Becomes Her”!

I'm Isabella Rossellini as Lisle. I used a body double for my nude scene. I'm supposed to be a still living Cleopatra but that ended up on the cutting room floor along with Tracey Ullman.

I’m the deleted scenes involving Madeline Ashton thawing out from the Subzero kitchen freezer. I’ve been lost to time.

I'm the cans of cak frosting.

I'm the warning.

I'm Catherine Bell, and I parlayed my few moments as Isabella Rossellini's nude body double into a ten year gig as a Maine attorney on JAG. Now that's type casting.

I wanted to be the warning!

I am "Songbird!" the just awful musical version of "Sweet Bird of Youth," playing at the Fairbanks Theatre, 1978.

I'm the hole in Helen's stomach which allows Madeline to see right through her.

I’m Fernando’s drowned corpse. The expression of happiness on my face is completely inappropriate!

Outside of the hilarious Broadway musical parody opening, I've never gotten the appeal of “Death Becomes Her”.

It's loud, rude, obvious, mean, and ugly in a really discomforting way. It's supposed to be funny, but there are no laughs in my opinion. It's also a movie with no redeeming characters as leads, so I don't care about them. I'm surprised people lap it up.

R5 Now Catherine Bell stars in those God awful Good Witch movies and TV series.

R10 Blah blah blah blah blah blah...

I’m Anna, Dr. Chagall’s assistant...and yes, my tits are like ROCKS!!!

R10, could you just not breathe?

We're the muscle-guy guards you pause on.

We may also turn into dobermans.

I'm the shovel that turns Madeline's head into a corkscrew!

I’m the viewers’ urge to recast Goldie Hawn.

I'm Marilyn Monroe and Andy Warhol but most of the young audience doesn't know it. It's tough to get good billing when you're dead.

I'm the floating nun trio.

I’m Vivian Adams, mortified and indignant at Ernest using spray paint on my dear Aunt Esther.

EXCUSE ME!

Superb R14. I salute you!

MAD... HELL...

I’m sexual... sensual... sexy... sex... sex... SEX...

I’m the phrase “NOW, a warning”?

I’m fabulous and everybody knows me!

I'm the faux thriller 'Dark Windows', starring Michael Caine and Madeleine Ashton.

I'm the character design (costume, hair and makeup) created for Isabella Rosselini as Lisle Von Rhumen.

As a costume designer, this is one of my all-time favorite designs on film. As a twelve year old gay, I was obsessed!

[quote]It's loud, rude, obvious, mean, and ugly in a really discomforting way.

So, DL on the big screen.

[quote]It's supposed to be funny, but there are no laughs in my opinion.

Years ago there were tons.

[quote]I'm Marilyn Monroe and Andy Warhol but most of the young audience doesn't know it. It's tough to get good billing when you're dead.

Sweetie, From October 2018 to October 2019, Monroe's estate earned $13 million, according to Forbes magazine.

Trust when I say, they know who she is.

Now can I be the warning?

I’m the flesh-coloured tape hiding Isabella’s ample nips underneath the necklace.

I'm the mortuary profession, wiping away a tear at the scurrilous portrayal of us in Bruce Willis' character. And yes, we do use airbrushes.

I’m ME! I see ME... and I like what I see! It can’t be ME!

-Idol, goddess, shameless hussy.... Diva, princess, lewd and lusty

That’s not ME, Can’t be ME!

I’m talking about raising the dead.

[quote]OP: "placid"

Oh, dear.

And oh, dear, for all you illiterate droolers posting here.

I’m asking why don’t you find someone your own age.

R30–I picked the wrong career!

I'm Helen's self-help/inspirational bestseller, "Forever Young" (and no, not "Eternally Fat"!)

I'm the sordid topic of coin. ::: scribble scribble :::

I’m the invitation to Helen’s book party. Clever little witch, she sent seating assignments.

I’m the shift to disco toward the end of “I See Me.”

I’m the cabinet full of canned frosting in Helen Sharp’s cat-infested drab apartment.

I’m a plasma separation. I’m a very traumatic process to zee bodee!

We've been Death Becomes Her already!!

But okay.

I'm Dakota. I'm COMPLETELY alone. And I'm doing you a favor!

I’m Mr. Chagal’s wonky eye that’ll give Andy Cohen’s a run for its money any day.

I'm Meryl's mom. I get to come on set and watch her film and she's got a friggin' bag on her head!

I am the special sauce.

Slurp.

I’m the can of flesh colored spray paint that ends the movie. Told ya I was hardcore!

[quote]I’m the phrase “NOW, a warning”?

No sweet pea, you're way late.

R40, meet R3.

I'm Newark, for God's sake.

I’m “IT”. The maid believes I’m up and in the bath.

I’m Madeline’s ass. She can look down and see me.

I'm the Boob Wrangler face pressed right into Meryl's ass and giving her tits an extra squeeze as I push them upward under her blouse or two each time we shoot the inflating breasts scene. My union contract is giving me hazard pay and I earn it, she keeps farting.

I'm the Narcanol.

I’m all the visual references to “Clash of the Titans”, next-level campiness.

Let's not, and say we did.

I’m “SEX!”

I’m the hanky Helen squeezes until her hand bleeds.

I’m Madeline’s facial mask, whose scene was brutally left on the cutting room floor, along with most of Jonathan Silverman’s filmed scenes and all of Tracey Ullman’s filmed scenes.

Why me??? Even Mimi Kennedy got a line in this fucking film!

Were the deleted scenes ever released?

R59 Sadly, no. Universal claimed they couldn’t find them when Scream! Factory was assembling the Blu-ray. I truly hope somebody out there has them, even if just a videotape backup. Would e great to someday see them.

-Look at me, Ernest, just look at me. I'm soaking wet.

-And there seems to be something wrong with your, uh, blouse.

-I have a hole in my stomach! I have a hole in my stomach!

-Yeah, and you're still alive.

- It's another miracle!

- No, it isn't.

-Ha! Ah-ha! You took the potion!

- How do you know about that?

- Oh!

- You took the potion too.

- Well, I hardly needed it.

-So that's why you look the way you do and you are dead.

- When did you take it?

- October 26, 1985. Way before you!

- How much did you pay?

- Everything I had. And that was cheap!

- You took a potion?

- Beauty book, my butt!

- Wait a second. I don't think this is a miracle at all!

You're a fraud, a walking lie and I can see right through you! Speaking of which, as a friend, some advice. I would stay out of a bathing suit for a while. At least, a two piece. Or if I... *SMASH* Damn. I just fixed this.

----- -You should learn not to compete with me. I always win.

-You may have always won, but you never played fair!

-Who cares how I played? I won!

-That's 'cause you could raise your legs higher and WIDER than anyone. But look at you now! You couldn't raise an eyebrow without surgery!

-I've raised a lot more than an eyebrow in my day you skinny, phony, hollow bitch!

-You've lost your one and only talent.

-Which was one more talent than you had, you former fatso!

I’m German songstress Angelika Milster, dubbing Meryl’s singing in “Der Tod Steht Ihr Gut”

I'm the pot that Madeline's flailing arm leashes down the stairs.

I believe the boob wrangler was Meryl's gay assistant, r52.

I'm the Natural Law. I'm screwed.