Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Little pig, little pig, let me in!

Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf
For all I knew about the film, the thing that stuck in my memory was that its language was deemed so vulgar that it was almost condemned by some Catholic organization. Upon watching it, I realized that after watching movies like Snatch and The Aristocrats, the language in this movie should seem downright wholesome. But it's aaaaall in the delivery.
Let us take a moment and bask in the glory that is Dame Elizabeth Taylor:
She won an Oscar for this film. If she hadn't, God may very well have smited the Academy. Dame Elizabeth is a roaring, venom-spouting hellcat the likes of which you have never seen as Martha. Richard Burton, whom she married twice, is a slimy and sadistic as her long-suffering husband, George. The chemistry is electric. George and Martha have just come from a party, and Martha has invited the new young biology professor and his wife to their home. Then the shit hits the fan, and no one gets out alive. Well, no one really dies, but their dignity and faith in humaity have suffered such a beating that you wonder how they'll ever survive.
After so many years of watching sit-coms, you start off thinking "I know this bit. He insults her, she insults him, they're the typical old married couple that have settled into resentment and loathing."
No. No. You have no idea.
If you just got engaged or married, don't watch this movie. Yikes. The things they say to each other aren't that bad, but the way they say them is incredible. Every word is thrown like a knife that the follow-up twists.
Sometimes all the love and games in the world can't save us from ourselves.


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