nitratediva’s review published on Letterboxd:
POV: you are a bird with a broken wing being lovingly tended by Liz & Dick on a bed of Minnelli Red cloth.
While THE SANDPIPER is a tad long and awkward, I found it disarmingly sincere with an elegant visual flow. Melodrama is nothing to laugh at, and Minnelli knew it. All the earnest chatter about sin and freedom and social adjustment and gender roles may seem "dated" to some, but the film resists the preachy finality I was dreading in favor of melancholy ambiguity. Eva Marie Saint as Burton's wife is arguably the MVP. Her rounded character invests the film's love triangle with a sense of balance and painful regret.
Not gonna lie, though: the boho West Coast beach vibes were a big part of what kept me watching. The spectacular dried flower bouquet, the flowy ponchos, the cozy fires, and the sunset clambake on the sand... fabulous.
Oh, and I would've watched this way sooner if somebody had told me that Liz Taylor grabs a hatchet to wield off a creep at one point.