It appears that no force, however decadent, can resist the sheer human power of Cloris Leachman, in her eighties, giving it her showbiz all. Both the Fuggers and Defamer, two of the most selfconsciously jaded sites around, have fallen for Nurse Rached.

The Fuggers:

If you had said to me a year ago, “Heather, sometime in August 2006, you will see a photograph of Cloris Leachman wearing a foot-eating boho skirt, a strange, puffy white shirt, and a belt made of strips of leather that sits Federline-low — and she will not only look drunk, but she will be holding a keg over her head like she’s about to Donkey Kong that thing through a row of frat boys,” I would have smiled, told you that you looked very pretty in that outfit, and promptly delivered you to the nearest House of Bedlam, where you and your insane babble clearly would have belonged.

And from Defamer where, for once, no one dared defame the star:

Defamer Frozen Moments: Cloris Leachman Shows The Kids How It’s Done At ‘Beerfest’ Premiere
 At last night’s Grauman’s Chinese Theatre premiere of Beerfest, once octogenarian star Cloris Leachman was gently lowered back onto her feet by director Jay Chandrasekhar after completing a potentially life-threatening, five-minute keg stand, she punctuated the unexpected display of her incredible drinking capacity by hoisting aloft the fully drained keg and emitting a belch so powerful that it cracked the slab of concrete in the nearby courtyard containing Judy Garland’s handprints. “Top that, you little bitches,” challenged Leachman as she strolled past her much younger, tragically lightweight castmates and into the screening.

Thus, a Hollywood legend is born.