Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

A story that's too fascinating to pass by...

what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

"What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense." - Charles Baudelaire I like 'bad' taste just as much as I like 'good' taste. This film seems like a bad performance piece - strange and exotic location, OVER over- the-top costumes, just so that you would see the artists running around slurring words, falling across the floor, yelling, screeching, hissing... only this time it's fun because Burton and Taylor had more talent and charisma in their pinky finger than most artists of today could ever dream of having. And they were drunk, so I forgive them. They probably drove Joseph Losey nuts.

If death comes to those that bray, then Elizabeth Taylor's Flora Goforth will be going forth sooner than she thinks. When Richard Burton's stranger approaches her secluded island compound yelling out her name, it appears that destiny has come a-knockin'. The nasty Flora has a vile temper, screaming at servants and trespassers with great glee, but underneath her delight in her vile personality is a truly unhappy, lonely woman. Burton is attacked by her guard dogs, put into a guest house, and worms his way into Mrs. Goforth's life. Noel Coward, making his entrance on the shoulders of a young man, is a nasty gay character known as "The Witch of Capri", and boy, is he quite a piece of work. Warning Taylor of Burton's reputation, Coward obviously has his own lusts for the younger man who isn't really all that desirable, Burton having greatly aged since his first appearance with Taylor five years before in "Cleopatra".Not so much pretentious as it is audacious, it is easy to see why that this has inspired years of both criticism and praise for its obviously deliberate camp elements. The play ("The Milk Train Doesn't Live Here Anymore") was much more subtle in its storytelling with Flora an aging eccentric writing her memoirs and dealing with uncompleted lusts. The character is greatly youthened, while the character of the "Angel of Death" is oddly aged. A strange tale like this could only come from the mind of someone like Tennessee Williams who seemed to have a fascination with old ladies on the verge of death facing their disappointments and their destiny with delusional lust which takes that deadly sin into a level of degradation that results in destruction."We're eating their eggs. It cuts down on the population", Taylor says, urging Coward to have a seagull's egg as an appetizer while she sits across from him wearing a spiked hat that Cleopatra would have tossed into the Nile. Taylor, still gorgeous, is far too young for this part. It was originally played in an Off Broadway production by eccentric character actress Hermione Baddeley, flopped, and returned briefly with none other than Tallulah Bankhead in the part. I saw the recent Off-Broadway production with Olympia Dukakis in the role, and while the play was far from perfect, the performance of Ms. Dukakis made it seem so much better.It's obvious to me that unless the leading lady is perfect in the role, it will bomb, and Taylor screeches every line as if she were a combination of every braying character she had ever played. At least, even as Martha in "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?", she added subtlety in spots, but her Flora shows absolutely no softness, making her twice the shrew than Shakespeare's Kate, a role la Liz had just played to great success the year before. Burton seems around to just carry on the teaming and is totally miscast. Perhaps Daniel Massey, who received an Oscar Nomination the very same year for playing Noel Coward in the musical "Star!" would have been a better choice, and it would have been ironic to see him and Coward rolling around on the bed together.This is an extremely hard film to get through even if you are curious about the outlandish costumes, terribly gauche sets and eye-rolling performances. Had it been a foreign film (perhaps directed by Fellini or Bergman), it might have been a lot easier to take and even done more subtly, but the attempts to turn this into an artistic metaphor of the sordid lives of the rich and ridiculous just becomes very heavy-handed and absurd. Williams plays tend to be mostly unfilmable, and other than his more accessible plays ("The Glass Menagerie", "A Streetcar Named Desire"), don't hold up well for the most part on screen.

Boom (1968) * (out of 4) Tennessee Williams wrote the screenplay for this incredibly embarrassing disaster about a dying rich woman (Elizabeth Taylor) who has everything except a man and the man (Richard Burton) who has nothing except the ability to entertain women. This film has a notorious reputation but I was shocked at how bad it really was. The only good thing is the camp factor that comes from all the badness and stink that surrounds the film. I've never seen Taylor give a worse performance but she's certainly very bad here. The horrible screenplay doesn't give her too much to do except scream at people and say goddamn countless times but Taylor doesn't do anything but overact. Her constant screaming is worse that fingernails across an old chalk board. I'm not sure what drinks Burton had before filming but his performance comes across as him doing a bad version of Shakespeare. The supporting cast isn't any better but the major blame has to go to Williams and his incredibly bad screenplay. Some of the dialogue in this film gets major laughs, although that certainly wasn't the intent. I'd even say that some of the dialogue appears to have been written by Ed Wood because it tries so damn hard to be serious or touching but come off incredibly dumb. Even with all the badness there is one good moment and that's when Taylor, peaking out at Burton, decides she needs a lover and gives a little talk about it. This scene closes with a zoom up to Taylor's eyes.

When this film opened in 1968, most patrons at the cinema either walked out or stayed and scratched their heads. I came back to see it several times. Everything about it is delightfully overdone. Elizabeth Taylor, while too shrill, is wonderful to watch. I am not sure she understood the role she was playing, but she attacked the film with a lot of gusto. This signalled the end of the big Taylor-Burton films of the 1960s, and would be the death knell of Elizabeth Taylor as number one at the Box Office. In the 1970s, I managed to see this film several times on television, and I remember finding additional delights on re-viewing. I recommed this to all Elizabeth Taylor fans.