Certainly it hasn't half the venom of Nichols' bracing spectacle of social violence from which Leigh pulls so blatantly (there is even a reference made to Taylor and Burton's failed marriage at one point), but this is deliciously awful all in its own right. The dramatis personae is just so immediately gruesome: Beverly is teeth-grittingly, throat-slittingly priggish-pushy-posh; Laurence is at once perennially absent and homicidally exasperated; Angela is no less cloying in her domineering of Tony than she is in…