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Virginia Woolf

Watched Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf for the first time and it was a fantastic experience. Lot of relationships have the same explosive energy that lies latent. Taylor and Burton turn that into a kinetic thing that leaves a scalded feeling just from watching the two go after each other in a fight to the finish. 

What other couples achieve in terms mutual destruction in a life time, these two accomplish in one evening. They shred each other to the bone, the marrow and even the soul. The fuel of mutual annihilation is fed with relentless barbs, put-downs, insults and worse. It is an old and unhappy marriage where the the boundaries of decorum have eroded over time until the couple acts like two caged animals who must kill or be killed. 


I have seen people trapped in marriages not unlike this one. The hate is just as real but never erupts into full theatrical boil, instead of a brutal war of words they resort to actions that demean and slowly destroy each other's souls. When you meet the person twenty years after they got married you would be meeting a perfect stranger that had only the physical shell of your best friend or your favorite uncle. You cannot recognize the rest of this person and it's like they died on you. 


The most unforgettable line for me was from Martha "I swear to GOD George, if you even EXISTED I'd divorce you." It is not unusual for the wimp in the relationship to retreat and reduce to their footprint to the point that they cease to exist. They imagine by doing so they may be spared the wrath of the other but as we see such is not the case. It can have the very opposite effect. 

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