I am watching Liz Taylor’s Cleopatra. I’m only half way, got as far as intermission last night but will contiune tonight. Spoiler alert: Ceasar died in a hail of stab wounds!!! This is unexpectedly watchable, probably because Liz Taylor was like super doper sexualized. I didn’t know they can get this saucy in 60s cinema.
The beauty of that film is that the principle character scenes seem to have been shot more or less in sequence, while Burton and Taylor in real life were bent on destroying themselves and each other, so that no aging makeup or prosthetics were required at all to make them convincingly older as the story progressed.
(I confess to liking that film too. It’s a bloated mess, but the very definition of a classic Hollywood big-star epic.)