Written for various prompts in and out of my Cinema classes at John Brown this past semester, these reviews/analyses seemed to warrant inclusion here.
I began "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" after twelve one night, and finished well after three in the morning. It was a unique and disturbing experience, one that helped me to realize more vividly the nightmarish quality of the drama. Bleary-eyed, tired, and on the verge of incoherent at times, I felt as if I were stuck in the mire of that ferocious grudge match with the characters. It was not a pleasant experience. I felt afterwards less like I had finished a movie than survived an ordeal.
“Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf” is all about staging. This is hardly surprising. It is adapted from a play, and it is shot like a play. The takes are long and the cuts are few and far between. The lighting is deliberate, but stationary. The major difference that I see between normal theatrical staging and the staging we experience here within the frame is that our set or location is three-dimensional and envelops both the characters and us as the audience. And when you think about it, this is the reason that this particular play, more so than so many others, is such a success on the screen. Put simply, we are trapped with the characters in the situation and the scene. The walls are narrow, and the camera puts us in fairly close proximity to our fellow “participants” (namely Martha, George, etc.). It’s no wonder that whenever we transition to an outdoor location, the pace slows and the hateful tone simmers down from boiling for a moment. When we are indoors, we are in a dreadful pressure cooker of emotional violence and psychological warfare.

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