You know why I like Richard Burton? Because even in dreck like Cleopatra, he keeps his dignity intact. This, truly, is a film that is not worthy of the performance he gives. Even when he's over-the-top, it's a drunken reverie of awesome. "Pff--Octavian!" Schweet.
Elizabeth Taylor, on the other hand...hoo, boy. I'm surprised there was any set left after her mastication of the scenery. And every time she says "Rufio", I think of the Lost Boys. And Grandmother Wendy. Which leads me to Maggie Smith, a great actress.
Damn, I really can't wait for that rock opera with Hugh Jackman and Catherine Zeta-Jones. Yet surely, it couldn't get any sassier than the original. The Taylor-Burton slapfest is just so...wow.