Cher emerges from retirement and gives a spunky interview.
I love her honesty about aging--basically, it sucks--while, at the same time, her face has become an immobile mask, in essence, a lie. The quest to be ageless inevitably fails, except perhaps through squinted eyes from a great distance, yet people will continue to try. It surprises me when actors (Cher once acted!) alter themselves to a point where it's no longer possible for them to play human roles, yet I suppose it shouldn't. In our culture, Vanity rules, and we blindly follow.
