film: Nichols: Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966)

I read this in one sitting. Back when I had concentration. It was brutal, I didn’t like it one bit, and I followed it up with a good dinner, having spent the afternoon sitting in a cafeteria corner flipping pages. The film–even more brutal, like a series of terrible volleys, leaving me unable to breathe, and then there’s the space to pull yourself together, and then they jump in again, it’s horrifying, and required me to watch it over a period of three days–I just couldn’t bear the way it transported me. What’s fascinating is that it paints a picture similar to the state of America today–aren’t we fortunate that history repeats itself? A professor told me that if paid close attention I’d pick up on a reference to Spengler–I didn’t catch it–I know whereabouts it came, and I suspected it might be, but I wasn’t sure. There are some similarities to Taming of the Shrew however–who’s being tamed?