“I hope that was an empty bottle George. You can’t afford to waste good liquor. Not on your salary–not on an Associate Professor’s salary!”
When I was an Assistant Professor about 11 or 12 years ago, Fratguy and I rented Who’s Afriad of Virginia Woolf? and laughed all the way through it (pretty much.) Now that I’m an Associate Professor, and in my 40s rather than my late 20s or early 30s, I see it differently as a “sadder but wiser girl,” as it were. And Elizabeth Taylor’s and Richard Burton’s performances seem better and richer now that I’m about their characters’ ages.
The movie brilliantly evokes small college life in the 1960s, I think. Watch carefully the opening scenes, and wait for the lingering shots of the interior of George and Martha’s house when they stumble in from the party across campus. The set designers got the cluttler and jumble of faculty life just right–the shabby-genteel older home, the African masks, the stacks of dusty books, the various curios around the house. When I was in college in the mid-1980s, some of my professors’ houses looked just like that. (They would have been new professors about Nick and Honey’s age back in the mid-1960s, I guess, although some of the Georges were still on the faculty in the 1980s.)