Before returning to the horrendous facial work here, it must be said that it looks as if Courteney’s hair has been put through the iron one too often (or one hundred too often). There is a specific sparkle, and puff to her hair in this photograph makes it appear as if there is some extraordinary level of warmth harm. It’s nearly as if it could sever, piece by piece, should one attempt and snap through it. At that point comes the ghastly expression. Her eyes were at that point being pulled closed by the pressure put all over on account of the Botox, yet in this scene, it appears just as she battles even to close her eyes, notwithstanding needing them open as they used to be. She is by all accounts battling here to such an extent as quint. Also, her face appears to be ceaselessly in this state of endeavored grin. It’s discouraging, as well as kind of unnerving. How would one be able to ever know exactly what Cox is supposing just by taking a gander at her? One would contend that until the medicines shrink away, one will never know.