A Loan

The other night I watched "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" and was struck by the raw intensity of a film that was so simple in set and design, and featured in black and white film.  Those basics gave such brilliance to the acting themes, it was if they were intentional, making it better to see the true essence of what was building and collapsing between two people.

One of the major-issues touched in the movie was "Hysterical Pregnancy", and how the parent-role comes between a couple.  There was much talk about fathers and sons, women and wanting a child, yet neither couple featured in the movie could reach peaceful rest in their troubled and disturbed conversations. 

The great conversational-quiet maker was the alcohol each would drink to fill the awkward silence and emotional erruptions each had to offer the others.

Perhaps what was most enjoyable, in a wicked twisted way, was how both George and Martha hated and loved the lonely need and desperation they had for one another.  The "Games" they would play with and against each person were the demented yet delicious ways in which they would say, "I love you, my dear" .  Using others, ever so briefly, to get the other to pay attention to their own wants and needs was never done so well, as far as I'm concerned.

For some reason, this movie left me with a new sense of the word "alone", as it relates to the lending (or loaning) of parts and pieces of one person to another, with the hope that isolated alone-ness would no longer be felt by the one drowning inside.

Are there others who saw this movie and understood how not having a baby could do this to a couple?