Neither Gary nor I have ever seen Cleopatra, and we chose it for Friday night movie might.
I say of any movie, this movie cries out for the big screen. Gary says it was shot in low res and would look unspeakably awful on our big screen. One wonders how people could stand watching it in Cinevision or Spectroscope or whatever back in the sixties? Wouldn’t a movie have to be the highest res of all reses? Not that hi-def resolutions matters to me. As women can see dirt and men cannot, it is the opposite with hi-resolution. At least, I can’t see it. It must be tied to testosterone.
About an hour in we realized the movie was FOUR HOURS LONG (And thirty inches wide. Seriously, how hard is it to unfold a big screen that is in the corner of the room?)
Elizabeth Taylor’s bosom is astonishing. Worth her million dollar salary. Poor sickly thing. Little genetic mutant.
Bosom or no, Gary turned on the movie after [SPOILER!] Julius Ceasar dies. In fact, he was bitter Cleo takes on that whiny Antony after having been with Julius. Bitter! Shut this thing off! I can’t stand watching this any more! It’s just AWFUL now.
So, I fear I will never know what happened to Cleopatra, only that she died of a self-inflicted asp bite and she had an awesome rack.