Whispers from the Crypt: Catherine Zeta-Jones Fuels Cher Casting Buzz for ‘Wednesday’ Season 3 on The Drew Barrymore Show

In the cozy glow of a Manhattan studio bathed in that signature Drew Barrymore warmth—think plush armchairs, fairy lights twinkling like fireflies, and a faint scent of vanilla candles—Catherine Zeta-Jones dropped a bombshell that sent the Addams Family fandom into a delicious frenzy. It was September 8, 2025, the season six premiere of The Drew Barrymore Show, and the air buzzed with the kind of electric anticipation reserved for plot twists in a Tim Burton fever dream. Zeta-Jones, resplendent in an Elie Saab embellished burgundy jacket that hugged her like a velvet glove, settled into the oversized sofa opposite Barrymore, her dark waves cascading like Morticia Addams’ eternal night. The conversation, meant to celebrate Zeta-Jones’ triumphant return as the iconic matriarch in Wednesday Season 2, veered into uncharted territory when Barrymore, with her trademark impish grin, leaned in and asked the question on every goth-glam fan’s lips: “Catherine, spill—rumors are swirling that Cher herself might be joining the cast of Season 3. Is there any truth to it?”

Zeta-Jones paused, her emerald eyes sparkling with a mix of genuine surprise and that wry Addams allure, before letting out a throaty laugh that echoed like a raven’s caw. “I genuinely don’t know,” she confessed, her Welsh lilt wrapping around the words like silk. “But that would be cool. Imagine Cher striding into Nevermore Academy—those outfits, that voice, that sheer force of fabulousness. She’d eclipse us all, and I’d be first in line to bow.” The audience erupted in whoops and applause, Barrymore fanning herself dramatically as if warding off a hot flash of excitement, while the moment went viral within minutes, clipping to 5.2 million views on TikTok by episode’s end. Hashtags like #CherInWednesday and #MorticiaMeetsCher trended worldwide, spawning fan art of the diva as a flamboyant Frump relative—perhaps a long-lost aunt with a penchant for crystal balls and couture capes—and endless threads debating whether she’d belt out a torch song during a seance gone wrong.

For the uninitiated—or those who emerged from under a crypt after bingeing Season 2’s split-release spectacle (Wednesday Part 1 dropped August 6, Part 2 on September 3, shattering records with 450 million hours viewed in its first week)—the series has become Netflix’s gothic juggernaut, a macabre cocktail of teen angst, supernatural sleuthing, and family dysfunction that’s grossed over $2 billion in merch alone. Created by Alfred Gough, Miles Millar, and helmed by Tim Burton’s visionary eye, Wednesday transforms Charles Addams’ ink-stained misfits into a bingeable empire. Jenna Ortega’s deadpan Wednesday Addams, expelled from yet another normie school for unleashing piranhas on her brother’s tormentors, arrives at Nevermore Academy in Season 1 as a storm cloud in braids, unraveling a Hyde-fueled murder spree while dodging visions, vampires, and a Hydeous crush on a barista werewolf named Tyler (Hunter Doohan). Zeta-Jones’ Morticia, all porcelain poise and whispered seductions, slinks through as the ultimate enabler—her iconic line, “What a divine day for a funeral,” delivered in that velvet purr, became a 2022 meme supernova.

Season 2, a sprawling eight-episode odyssey split for maximum cliffhanger carnage, cranked the crypt open wider. Wednesday, now a reluctant Nevermore fixture, grapples with her psychic surges—visions that now include spectral cameos from her ancestor Goody Addams (Ortega in dual-role wizardry)—while Enid Sinclair (Emma Myers, channeling bubbly beta-to-alpha werewolf glow-up) vanishes mid-term, kidnapped by a cabal of avian shapeshifters who see her as the key to an ancient prophecy. The Addams clan descends en masse: Luis Guzmán’s Gomez, ever the passionate patriarch, duels with a sentient suit of armor; Isaac Ordoñez’s Pugsley brews a potion that turns the academy’s gargoyles into gossiping gossips; and Fred Armisen’s Uncle Fester, resurrected from a lightning-struck grave, zaps foes with bulbous glee. But it’s Morticia’s arc that steals the shadows: Zeta-Jones infuses her with newfound ferocity, clashing with Wednesday over “little white lie secrets” that unravel family lore—revealing Morticia’s own suppressed psychic gifts, long buried under layers of lace and longing.

The finale of Part 2, “Exhumation’s Embrace,” aired to a collective gasp on September 3, leaving 120 million households unmoored. As Wednesday and a feral Enid storm a fog-shrouded aviary ritual, a hooded figure emerges from the mist: Ophelia Frump, Morticia’s long-presumed-mad aunt, alive and unhinged, her eyes gleaming with the same psychic fire that once drove her to institutionalize herself in a Victorian asylum. “The family’s bloom requires blood,” Ophelia hisses, her silhouette a tantalizing tease—no face reveal, just a gloved hand clutching a locket etched with the Addams crest. Showrunners Gough and Millar, in a Tudum post-finale chat, crowed: “Season 3 will unearth more crypt dirt—Ophelia’s return isn’t redemption; it’s reckoning.” Netflix greenlit the third installment on July 23, 2025, amid Season 2’s production whirlwind (filming wrapped in Ireland’s misty moors just weeks prior), promising a 2027 drop to let the hype fester like a fine vintage venom.

Enter the Cher rumors, a fan-forged fever that’s been bubbling since Season 1’s wrap party leaks in 2022. It started innocently enough: a blind item in The Hollywood Reporter hinting at “a Grammy-gobbling icon eyeing a Burton cameo as a flamboyant family elder.” Cher, 79 and fiercer than ever—fresh off her memoir Cher: The Memoir (a 2024 bestseller) and a Vegas residency that grossed $150 million—has long been a Burton whisper. The director, who once toyed with her for Corpse Bride‘s skeletal siren, gushed in a 2023 Variety profile: “Cher’s got that eternal edge—part diva, part demon. She’d fit Nevermore like a spiked stiletto.” Fans, starved for more Addams eccentricity, stitched the threads: Cher’s iconic black Bob Mackie gowns mirroring Morticia’s wardrobe; her husky timbre perfect for crooning a dirge over a decapitated debutante; and her real-life feuds (hello, that Sonny & Cher shade) echoing the family’s gleeful dysfunction.

The speculation ignited post-Season 2 premiere when a paparazzi snap surfaced: Cher, arm-in-arm with Burton at a London screening of Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (2024’s box-office corpse-reviver), both flashing Cheshire grins. X exploded—#CherAsGrandmama trended for 48 hours, with 1.8 million posts envisioning her as Hester Frump’s sister, a nomadic fortune-teller who peddles curses via crystal-encrusted iPhones. Reddit’s r/WednesdayTVSeries dissected it threadbare: “Cher belting ‘If I Could Turn Back Time’ during a time-loop vision? Chef’s kiss.” Even Ortega fanned the flames in an August Elle interview: “Tim loves surprises. If Cher shows, I’d trade my braids for her wig.” But Zeta-Jones’ Barrymore moment? It’s the accelerant. Her “I don’t know… but cool” landed like a velvet hammer—noncommittal yet tantalizing, the Morticia equivalent of “Darling, the dead don’t spoil the surprise.”

Back on set that fateful September morning, the segment unfolded like a masterclass in starstruck synergy. Barrymore, 50 and radiant in a boho-chic kaftan, kicked off with Spielberg nostalgia—the duo bonding over how the auteur launched their careers: Barrymore as Gertie in E.T. (1982), Zeta-Jones as the whip-cracking Elena in The Mask of Zorro (1998). “Steven changed everything,” Zeta-Jones mused, tearing up as she recounted a “uplifting” voicemail Barrymore left her during a Chicago slump in 2003: “You empowered me, Cat. Shine on.” The tears flowed both ways, Barrymore dabbing her eyes with a tissue embroidered with smiley faces. From there, it pivoted to Wednesday: Zeta-Jones dished on Morticia’s Season 2 evolution—”She’s not just gliding through gloom; she’s wielding it like a weapon”—and teased Season 3’s “deeper crypt dives,” hinting at Uncle Fester’s expanded chaos (Armisen’s already filming pickle-jar pranks) and a potential Morticia-Wednesday summit that “finds solace in the storm.”

But the Cher pivot? Pure Barrymore magic. “I saw the rumors,” Drew confessed, scrolling her phone live for comedic effect, flashing a fan-made mock-up of Cher as a sequined seer. “Ophelia’s tease has us all hexed—who better than the Goddess of Pop to crash the crypt?” Zeta-Jones leaned forward, her laugh lines crinkling like autumn leaves. “Honestly, love, the writers are thicker than fog on this one. But Cher? She’d be divine—think ‘Believe’ reimagined as a resurrection anthem. I’d kill to duet with her over Gomez’s grave.” The crowd lost it, Barrymore high-fiving her guest as confetti cannons (shaped like tiny Addams hands) rained down. Post-show, Zeta-Jones lingered for a private tour of Barrymore’s flower wall, the pair swapping numbers for a “Morticia-Moxie” girls’ night—because even icons need icons.

The ripple? Immediate and infernal. By noon, Deadline blasted “Zeta-Jones Teases Cher for Wednesday S3: ‘That Would Be Cool’,” quoting her verbatim and speculating a Q1 2026 table read. Cher’s camp, ever enigmatic, responded via her X account—a single black heart emoji that racked 300k likes. Fan campaigns surged: petitions for #CherFrump hit 250k signatures, while Etsy flooded with “Cher in Wednesday” tees (a hot seller: her face on a Ouija board labeled “Ask Me About Beliefs”). Critics chimed in—The Guardian dubbed it “a matchup madder than hatter,” praising how Cher’s survivor swagger could subvert Nevermore’s normie snobbery. Even Gough tweeted coyly: “The crypt holds many voices. Stay tuned… or else.”

As production scouts Irish castles for Season 3’s lair (filming slated for spring 2026), Zeta-Jones’ words linger like incense in a mausoleum. In a genre bloated with reboots, Wednesday thrives on the unexpected—Goody’s sacrifice, Weems’ ethereal return as Wednesday’s spirit guide (Gwendoline Christie’s haunting cameo in Episode 5 of S2 had us all misty-eyed). Cher? She’d be the cherry on this crypt sundae, a pop-polymath injecting disco dread into Addams academia. Zeta-Jones, wrapping her Barrymore promo with a flourish—”Darling Drew, you’ve got Morticia’s magic”—left fans haunted by possibility. Is it happening? She doesn’t know. But in the world of Wednesday, ignorance is bliss… until the coffin creaks open.

For now, the fandom feasts on speculation, crafting playlists of Cher’s ballads remixed with Danny Elfman’s strings. As Barrymore signed off her premiere—”To new chapters, old friends, and maybe a diva in the dark”—one truth endures: In Nevermore’s never-ending night, cool is just code for catastrophic. And if Cher joins the fray? The family tree just got a whole lot fiercer.

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