Like hands on the hourglass

I recently promised to blather on about Marilyn Monroe's movies, but then remembered that my girl-crush on MM ended when I was 13. So I will need a few weeks of frantic DVD rentals to refresh my memory. However, I have just come into a box set of Elizabeth Taylor movies (courtesy of my mom, Beano Woman), which I plan to watch, marathon-style, on the weekend. I have to say, I've never really payed much attention to Liz's film work. Although I did see Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, which I loved. In that film, Liz Taylor looks the way I feel--haggard. But let's not give away all the good stuff--I'll watch, then I'll talk (write).