Today is the 58th anniversary of the opening of Mike Nichols's first movie, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? It was an earthquake. I can't give you a contemporary analogy because none quite works, but it remains a you-cannot-look-away mindblower. It's rentable in many places; pls don't watch on Tubi.
But cutting to an ad for TGI Friday’s jalapeno poppers after hearing Nick joke to George he wants to sleep with his wife might just add a certain level of nihilistic despair to the whole project
There's a moment when Martha spits "god damn you!" at George (I think right before he opens the door to the guests) and I've never heard anyone say that phrase with anywhere near that intensity, either on screen or in real life. Her mix of pain and hate is both frightening and deeply sad.