Film

Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

Name: Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Genre: Drama
Released: 1966
Cast: Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, George Segal, Sandy Dennis, Agnes Flanagan

Adapted from Edward Albee's play, this is one drunken night that becomes an ambush: a professor and his wife invite a younger couple over, and by the time the liquor runs out, every illusion in the house has been shredded. Taylor and Burton turn dialogue into artillery. Savage, funny, exhausting — theatre filmed close enough to hurt.

TMDb rating

7.7

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