Well, the election is over. Now we can begin worrying about whether Lindsay Lohan is going to fuck up Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor‘s epic love story in the upcoming “biographical television film” Liz and Dick. I mean, this is all I am going to worry about for the next two weeks. Seriously.
I’ve been thinking about the couple a lot. Mostly because I saw Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf on BroadwayÂ last week and, while the play was beautifully performed,Â I could not stop feeling that Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor somehow owned those roles.Â I do not feel that way about many other actors – though I suppose, it would be very disconcerting to see anyone but Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman in a remake of Casablanca. Somehow, with Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, I feelÂ there is rather terrifying insight into how life was inÂ the Burton household.
After all, wasn’t the anger and meannessÂ shown between George and Martha also part of the Burton/TaylorÂ dynamic? Loving one another and also attempting to destroy one another because they felt so many feelings and did not know what to do with them? As IÂ explained to my boyfriend afterwards – the show was a perfect vehicle for Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor because they were those roles.
I mean, this:
But then, I thought, Jennifer, really, why do you think that? Because some voice-over has announced to you, “They drink, they fight, they fornicate?”
Maybe they were actually aÂ pleasant couple, who had some fights, like every couple do, and the media just blew everythingÂ really, really out ofÂ proportion because they were incredibly famous. That would make sense, actually. So I read up about them.
And HOLY GOD EVERYTHING ABOUT THEIR LOVE AFFAIR SOUNDS AWFUL.