Another movie from the early '60s that clearly wanted to be riskier than it was actually allowed to be, BUtterfield 8 (that capital U will never not look like a typo to me) is only kept afloat thanks to the Oscar-winning turn from Elizabeth Taylor. This isn't exactly her best work, but she brings a great mix of grace and vulgarity to the role, with enough subtle complexities beneath the surface to keep her character compelling.
Otherwise, though, I can't find too many reasons to recommend this one. The presentation's pretty turgid, the dialogue's mostly soapy and artificial, the character dynamics aren't very interesting, the tone is dour in a way that feels tedious and mean-spirited, and the other performances are so unnoteworthy that they all but fade into the background. The production design's visually appealing, I guess, and I enjoyed some of the quieter moments (like the opening scene), but the bulk of it generally left me waiting for something interesting to finally happen.
The upside, though, is that it eventually does. Whether or not this direction works is another thing entirely (it certainly doesn't land on an emotional level), but I really have no choice but to respect how audacious it is, especially relative to everything that came before.
Grade: C+
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