Wow, that's nuts. What did the director/filmmakers think they were doing? Was it supposed to be a commentary on being obsessed with youth and beauty? Because much as I dislike women being obsessed with those things, I dislike criticizing them for it even more, seeing as it was a main way they were valued by society at the time (and, sadly, continue to be even now, though there are other avenues for showing your worth). And so they find a real-life woman who was obsessed with those things, but her life isn't edgy and extreme enough, so they ramp it up with a suicide? COME ON. Make up a person, then. Because it sure does seem significant that in fact this woman ***didn't*** commit suicide. She had to live to the shock-horror old age of 60! So how did she handle that? There's be a more meaningful movie in that.