Saw three movies adapted from plays in the last couple of days. Unfortunately all three were extremely disappointing. I haven't read any of the plays though.
The Night of the Iguana (John Huston, 1964) : Generally a good hand when it comes to literary adaptations this one by Huston was baffling and, well, boring and pretentiously so. The opening scene in which Richard Burton has a nervous breakdown (or whatever that is) in the church was pretty good though.
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (Mike Nichols, 1966) : This was actually good enough but may be I was expecting much more given its reputation as a classic. The B/W cinematography (by Haskell Wexler) was quite good though, specially given that most of the action happens indoors.
Tea and Sympathy (Vincente Minnelli, 1956) : Supposed to be a critique of socially constructed masculinity, this is awfully dated. Almost embarrassingly ridiculous.
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