(Read May 2012)
Claustrophobic, yes…intense, yes…brutal, yes…awesome, yes…I can envision Liz Taylor and Richard Burton seething with passion, knocking back drinks, and tearing into each other and everyone present in grim black and white. You’d like to believe that it is impossible for people to be so cruel to one another, but they are…as if they don’t know any better, and truth be told, they probably don’t and to make it worse, they don’t want to try to do better, to be better. As odd as the ending was, it felt right…a good place to leave it. Life goes on…an old woman has died, the ragged remains of her family briefly unite and depart. It means everything and it means nothing.