The ultimate Hollywood siren and someone I had a major crush on was Elizabeth Taylor. I could site many a film, photoshoot on why I had the hots for this Americanised English rose but will say ‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof’.
Besides being one of my favourite films, Taylor steals the film starring Paul Newman, and Burl Ives with her at the absolute apex of her beauty. I do not think it is an understatement to say that Taylor in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” is one of the most stunningly beautiful women ever photographed by a movie camera.
A few scenes into the film, she peels off her already sexy outfit and prowls around in a cleavage-bearing white slip. The stocking scene will also get your juices flowing as it does for Brick (Newman) who was trying to show a lack of interest.
Brick barely notices her as he wallows in the death of his best friend with a suggestion of a homosexual relationship between the two leading you to think his depression and frustration are somewhat more than his bum foot. It is suggested that Brick’s wife Maggie (Taylor) is pregnant but from what we are seeing and hearing, the marriage is sexless. During a heated family argument with his sister in law
Mae Pollitt: We occupy the next room and the walls between aren't soundproof. We hear the nightly pleadings and the nightly refusals!
Brick Pollitt: Not everybody makes as much noise about love as you do.
Maybe the marriage was not as sexless as we were lead to believe and anyway how could any man refuse Taylor is beyond me.
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