I've never had a migraine, only had them described to me. I can't identify but I feel sympathy for the sufferer. This movie was like that, but did not provoke any sympathetic reaction.
Two hours of tedious scenery chewing. Angry yet obtuse dialogue. Gobs of irony spread thick as cake frosting. A string of contrived painful situations involving a berserk Richard Burton, Baptist church ladies, an iguana on a leash, Lolita, etc. etc. ad nauseum.
I'm sure it comes across much better on stage. But for me the filmed version came across like the description of a migraine. I had to shut it off for a while out of sheer boredom, then politely heard out the rest of the sufferer's tales.
Two hours of tedious scenery chewing. Angry yet obtuse dialogue. Gobs of irony spread thick as cake frosting. A string of contrived painful situations involving a berserk Richard Burton, Baptist church ladies, an iguana on a leash, Lolita, etc. etc. ad nauseum.
I'm sure it comes across much better on stage. But for me the filmed version came across like the description of a migraine. I had to shut it off for a while out of sheer boredom, then politely heard out the rest of the sufferer's tales.