This weekend I'm going on a little weekend getaway to my parents' beach bungalow and whenever I go to this house it always makes me want to watch "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?"
What? That doesn't sound beachy enough to you? Well let me explain then.
The first time I saw this film I was in about 6th or 7th grade and was on vacation for a week with my family at said beach mansion. My mother popped in her VHS copy of this drunken massacre and my sister (about 9 or 10 years old at the time) and I watched in fear and intrigue for the full 2 hours or so that the mayhem lasted.
I remember enjoying the movie but also being kind of weirded out that this was the movie my mom chose to show us at this point in our lives. But to my mom, as long as it was in B&W, inappropriate or not, it was quality film so our age made no difference. I guess that would explain why my sister was completely transfixed and would ask everyday after that for months if we could watch the movie with the drunk lady and the fighting. She also loved to wear long pearls and carry wine glasses filled with orange juice with her to the bathroom (this was prior to seeing the movie) so I guess it wasn't too shocking at how taken she was by Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton's fanciful abuse.
So anywayyyy, basically this film reminds me of my childhood, is that wrong? Hopefully I'll be able to squeeze in a viewing in between swimming and stuffing my face. Enjoy!
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