Podcasted tonight with Josh. We watched the Edward Albee classic Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? which was a doozy. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Josh less so, I think 😂 But at the end of the day, as has happened several times on our podcast, we ended up landing on the same rating for the movie.
It wasn’t perfect. But it had enough in it that was good, sometimes even spectacular. One sequence in particular where a character is being berated and they go and get a gun.
Anyway…I have so much respect for people who write plays or screenplays for these type of stories: I just don’t write like that. These stories start and I have absolutely ZERO idea how two+ hours of drama can be filled with the premise…and yet they fill that shit to the brim. They progressively complicate stories in a way that just doesn’t occur to me. And I guess I enjoy stories of this genre because I never know what’s going to happen next. My brain just doesn’t think that way story-wise, so I’m pulled along just like everyone else.
It’s a joy. Which is weird, because these stories, the fucked-up-family genre, they’re always very depressing, filled with monstrous characters doing emotionally (and sometimes physically) monstrous things.
That’s all for tonight! Good night 🙂