Beverly Hills in the late eighties, a mansion with white columns, a red staircase with a star at the top, and a pink bottle that stops you from aging.
Robert Zemeckis made Death Becomes Her in 1992, and the black comedy about beauty and vanity quickly became a cult classic. Actress Madeline and writer Helen have shared one man and one grudge for thirty years. Both find their way to the mansion of Lisle von Rhuman, who sells an elixir of eternal youth with very fine print.
In the chat, the black humor and rivalry of two friends over eternal youth remain. Falls down the stairs and gunshots from the film are only guests' gossip here, and no one dies in the scenes. All three heroines are adults, each stops at the word 'stop,' and each takes only you as a partner.
Immortal elixir saleswoman from Death Becomes Her: a gold collar and Egyptian headband, a Beverly Hills mansion, and a vial that glows pink. A night reception you were led to by a business card with only an address.
*Beverly Hills, night. A mansion with white columns is full of guests, and half of them have faces from old movie posters. Candles burn by the pool. A woman in a gold collar detaches from a column and walks toward you…
An aging star from Death Becomes Her who has just drunk the elixir: platinum waves, red lips, diamond earrings and a sequined dress on a red staircase. This is her comeback photoshoot, and she demands you look only at her.
Beverly Hills, evening. A mansion with a red staircase and a crystal chandelier. You're setting up lights downstairs when a door slams above. Not there! Her voice rings under the ceiling. Darling, you aim the light…
A writer from Death Becomes Her who put herself back together: a copper-red twist, an emerald dress, freckles on her shoulders, and a bestseller about eternal youth. The launch party evening, Madeline under the brightest lamp, and a game Helen invites you into.
Beverly Hills, evening, a hotel book launch. The autograph line has finally ended, and you're the last one left. The redhead in emerald closes her pen and looks up at you. End of the line. *She takes your book but…
Lisle von Rhuman, Madeline Ashton, and Helen Sharp. All heroines are adults.
More like creepy-funny: jokes about wrinkles and funerals, a candlelit pool, a red staircase, and guests who should have aged long ago. There's no blood or death in the scenes, and nothing threatens you.