If I must make an ultra-grisly horror movie about a marriage, at least let me add one grace note and turn the title into a sort of pun. Rather than “Who’s Afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf,” how about I bring in the name of that famous British novelist? What’s she called, Virginia?
What on earth was Edward Albee thinking? When he wrote “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf,” was he purposely trying to make the great novelist twirl in her watery grave?
It’s a cruel irony that the author of Mrs. Dalloway would be linked to the atrocious movie starring Liz Taylor and Richard Burton. Woolf is among literature’s greatest at depicting marital woes, a specialist in the Deeper Perception of many forms of unhappiness and also joy.
As for the movie? Did you miss it? You’re lucky. My mother took me to see it back when I was in high school. She loved it. I’m still recovering.
Maybe satisfying the request of Blog-Buddy Colleen, reading Taylor in that film, will help me finish the process at last. Certainly, back in the day, I was imprinted with terror at the spectacle of marriage as insane asylum. You can find a photo of Taylor in the film in Google Images.
Elizabeth Taylor as Martha – Root Chakra Databank for Sense of Self
Behold Liz as her joy-bringer, glamorous self. Deep down she sings in perpetuity. “I feel pretty.”
Undoubtedly you or I would do the same, all the way down to the soul, if we had incarnated with those violet eyes plus the double set of eyelashes.
Still, there’s the sweetest overlay, at the level of this databank. Liz is trying really, really hard to act. Picture a brow furrowed in concentration. Hmm, that’s what her physical brow is doing too, but that’s nothing compared with the forehead scrunch at her Sense of Self Databank. “I’m really miserable, have been for years. I’m really neurotic, too.” Liz tries hard as she counts the beats in this scene.
Heart Chakra databank for Trusting Yourself Emotionally
Beautiful, shining, Elizabeth’s heart chakra shows more self-confidence than you’ll find most human beings ever. And this isn’t just the impact of her history of outrageous celebrity. (Think about it. Taylor has had the longest lifetime of fame and glamour of anyone, anywhere, ever. Can you remember back before the era of Lady Di? Decade after decade, Lady Elizabeth was The Most Photographed Person on The Planet.)
But beyond that unique celebrity, Taylor is deep-down hardwired to bring joy into this world. Sure, she has had her disappointments, even divorces. In this photo, Liz is trying so hard to call up the relatively minor traumas of this lifetime. What would it feel like to be unhappy for long, long periods? Oh, poor Liz. She is trying so hard to immerse herself in misery.
Nowhere will you find a more earnest actress. Think Paris Hilton tried hard, really hard, to become “spiritual” during her jail sentence? That was a blip, one more publicity stunt for the celebrity hero of Kali Yuga.
Liz didn’t wear a jacket that proclaimed “Faith,” nor did she carry books like props. Liz really tried, tried from the insidest place where she could go in consciousness, tried to change herself where no camera could film.
Throat Chakra Databank for Communication while Acting (Specialized)
Finally, here is an area of growth and vulnerability. Scar tissue at this databank shows how hard Taylor has fought to act. Could she have succeeded as a celebrity bimbo, a Paris, or the equivalent for her era? No question about it, sure.
But Taylor really wanted to make herself into a serious actress. Beautiful she was born. Strongly talented at acting, she was not born. Yet free will is a powerful force here at Earth School, more beautiful even than those trademark Taylor eyes.
Back in the day, I didn’t read auras. Squirming in my seat at the movie theater, I didn’t know where to look, how to stop feeling pain, or when to hide my ears. Now I know what I should have done: Fled the theater.
Seriously, if I did have to stay, in pursuit of “entertainment” or pleasing my mother, here’s what I should have done. I could have tuned out the sicko dialogue of Albee’s movie and focused instead at an authentically interesting and lovely, small-scale spectacle.
In this movie, at the level of her aura, Taylor trying so hard to overcome shyness, to swallow her pride, to ignore all critical rudeness, forgive it. Beneath the skin, how she is breaking a sweat, aerobically trying fulfill her dream, to become a real actress.
This story, though garish by Woolfian standards, has its subtle, human charm. If the great author had met Elizabeth Taylor, passing by on the street, one chakra databank greeting another, that would be the play worth seeing.