Good. Better. Best. Bested.
I finally bought a copy of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? today, one of my favorite movies ever. I can’t remember when I first stumbled across the film – college sometime, possibly when I was working at the Monroe County Public Library.
I always used to wonder why everyone always made a big fuss about Elizabeth Taylor. Then, when I saw this movie… I understood.
I can’t recommend this film enough. It’s very dialogue-driven (which I like), and the way Burton and Taylor’s characters go after each other is as compelling as it is cruel. The crazy thing is that, deep within all the dysfunction and venom, you catch glimpses of tenderness. Their cruelty is, in a fucked-up sort of way, a flirtation.
Amazing stuff. I’ve ripped one of my favorite moments off the DVD, and am posting it here to share. That’s how much I love this movie.
Go see this movie if you don’t know it. And if you hate it, well… I’ll buy you a bottle of Bergin.
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