The first time I saw Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, I remember thinking to myself, "What is this?" But not like that-not in a questioning or dismissive way. I asked because I could not understand how I felt so close to the characters. I had never experienced that sensation-at least not outside of my books, not in the form of real people saying their lines on a screen in front of me. Now, many years removed from that first viewing, I am inclined to write-off my reaction to my unfamiliarity with cinema's canon. But I believe I would be wrong to do that. Surely, it is due, in part, to the original playwright, Edward Albee, but I think this movie captures its audience with the reality of it all. The characters seem real, and the dialogue does too. The events and the stories are all too familiar. The tragedy of life is laid out before us, and we cannot help but weep for it.