As I mentioned, the New York Times groused that Liz and Dick was “not terrible enough,” but I don’t know what they were whining about, it seemed plenty awful to me. Puh-lenty. Diane von Austinburg kept asking what I had expected. It was pretty much just as bad as I had been led to think, but that was what kept me cringing and moaning loudly throughout.
We debated who might have been better cast in the leads. I was undecided between William Shatner and Courtney Love as Richard Burton, but absolutely convinced that Liz should have been Lypsynka.
Then we stumbled on a French silent movie that made no sense, possibly because we were all loaded by then, possibly because we missed the first hour and had to refer to all the characters by labels like “Baby Teeth” and “Crazy Wig”. There was a seance in the Magic Room where Crazy Wig’s brother climbed under the table, apparently to orally satisfy the guests. As you can imagine, the whole thing was a great improvement over Liz and Dick.