Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf

[Taylor] is nothing less than brilliant as the shrewish, slovenly. blasphemous, frustrated, slightly wacky, alcoholic wife of a meek, unambitious assistant professor of history at a university, over which her father reigns as president.

Nichols has actually committed all the classic errors of the sophisticated stage director let loose on the unsophisticated movies. For starters, he has underestimated the power of the spoken word in his search for visual pyrotechnics.

The greatest credit for the implacable engagement that the film creates for its audience must go to the director, Mike Nichols. Nichols makes a stunning film bow with Virginia Woolf.

When Nichols finally settles down, it's almost too late.

Edward Albee's vitriolic stage portrayal of domestic blisslessness translated grainily and effectively to the screen.

One of the most scathingly honest American films ever made.

'60s drama about dysfunctional marriage has drinking, sex.

I could watch Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton do this for hours.

It's one of the Academy's black marks that Burton didn't win the Best Actor Oscar for his remarkable, career-capping performance.

Taylor has the capacity to be dowdy yet glamorous, crude yet sensual at the same time. This is a career best performance for her.

Should your front room be in need of redecoration, then Elizabeth Taylor's performance here is guaranteed to strip the paint off the walls with just one verbal volley.