Zee and Co.
Zee and Co.
R | 21 January 1972 (USA)
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The venomous and amoral wife of a wealthy architect tries, any way she can, to break up the blossoming romance between her husband and his new mistress; a good-natured young widow who holds a dark past.

Reviews
NekoHomey Purely Joyful Movie!
Softwing Most undeservingly overhyped movie of all time??
BroadcastChic Excellent, a Must See
Asad Almond A clunky actioner with a handful of cool moments.
shakercoola A London architect's jealous wife bickers and rages at him to no avail for his affair with a beautiful young woman. His flagrant behaviour causes his wife to scheme to get him back. Elizabeth Taylor is a film star and the main attraction here, but the emphasis place upon her by the diretor detracts somewhat from a fuller representation of the romantic love triangle in the film. The dialogue is rather contrived but there is good humour and lines are thrown about like sticks of dynamite. Michael Caine plays virtually a supporting part to Taylor's charisma, though York is irresistable as the demure woman and perfect answer to Taylor's middle age beauty and style.
Art Vandelay I have an iron-clad rule that any movie with slo-mo is a dog. It's usually a bad sports-themed movie that needs slo-mo to make things seem more dramatic than they really are. It could be a romantic movie where two lovers ran slo-mo across a beach toward each other's out-stretched arms. In this case it's two lovers playing a sport (ping-pong) over the opening credits. And sure enough, the movie is a bowzer. Especially laughable is watching two members of the Elvis Presley generation cavorting to faux rock & roll. There's a little fake Beatles (OK, Ravi Shankar) and some fake Led Zeppelin, and who knows what else. Susannah York is as inert is radon. At certain points I thought Michael Caine was about to fall asleep. At least Liz games it up in that fright wig. She deserved better material.
johnnyjeremymusic-56956 Elizabeth Taylor's bitch character is so captivating, enthralling, and compelling that I felt compelled to do my part in making it known that this film, along with Reflections in a Golden Eye, and Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?; illustrate a kind of woman which rarely gets her due in Hollywood film making. These three films are fantastic vehicles which capture, what I view as, an underappreciated angle of the feminine soul. There's an intangible and honest quality to Elizabeth Taylor's character that is rarely captured by actresses. The character she plays in these three films make for great entertainment, storytelling, and are true to core feminine qualities. Off the top of my head, outside of Gone Girl and the Wicked Lady; there are too few archetypal female characters which exude this exclusively unique feminine character. It is an interesting archetype. An archetype which many of us have met, known, and had relationships with should have more stories written about them.
Richard Chatten For anyone who ever hankered to see what a collaboration between the novelist Edna O'Brien and the director of 'Where Eagles Dare' would have looked like, look no further! After two war movies in a row, Brian G. Hutton obviously felt the need to try his hand at something a bit more dangerous; and Elizabeth Taylor in all her big-haired, loud-mouthed and even more loudly dressed glory dominates this delirious spectacle in a way little seen since the heyday of Bette Davis.Taylor and Caine give their all as a self-absorbed pair who make George & Martha from 'Virginia Woolf' look like The Brady Bunch. In reality Caine would probably have abandoned or murdered Taylor long ago; but she's entertaining to watch and listen to at least for the duration of the movie, and shows a delightful flair for mimicry mocking some of her co-stars. (I thought she jumped the shark, however, with her suicide attempt.)Susannah York understandably seems more than a little overwhelmed by the madhouse she's wandered into. A few spoilsports have already revealed the twist at the end of this tale. As a bloke I was as surprised and delighted as I was relieved that a woman wrote it; so it absolved me of feeling guilty at being served up with one of my favourite male fantasies about two women.Whatever happened to these three after the closing credits is anybody's guess; but the audience I watched it with at the Barbican tonight laughed appreciatively all the way through and gave it an enthusiastic round of applause as the lights went up.