I happened to meet Faye Dunaway briefly at a Susan Sontag reading in NY a couple of years ago and she looked nothing like this. In fact I had to look real hard to realize she was, indeed, Faye Dunaway.
She looked so plain and unglamorous...I couldn't help thinking that she'd really let herself go - or was much, much older than I'd ever imagined. She wore an old trench coat and had gray hair pulled back in a simple pony-tail. I figured something must have happened to make her turn her back on Hollywood, that she'd given up the whole movie-star thing.
Well, it looks like she's decided to get back in the game. As a rank amateur in these matters, I'd say she now has a chin implant, cheekbone implants, new teeth, something weird and wired around her eyes, a stretched forehead, hair plugs and probably surgically adjusted nostril openings. At a minimum. She may have a whole new skull for all I can tell. It looks to be the same model they sold Cher.
I guess it's hard to resist getting all this work done when you can take it as a tax write-off.
Poor thing. She must be scared to death. She seemed like a down-to-earth, cookie-baking grandma, chatting with her old friend Sontag and a small group of intellectuals after the reading at the New York Historical Society.
There must be a name for this disease.
Hyper-Americanism?