WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF? As a harbinger of the New Hollywood, Mike Nichols’ calling card now seems pretty tame compared to, say, The Graduate. But the thespian firepower the director assembled to deliver Edward Albee’s play can still singe the eyebrows once the long, drunken night of black-comedic recriminations catches a spark. Watching Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton go toe-to-toe can feel like hoping not to get trampled by two kaiju. – Lee Gardner
