M.G. Lord, the cultural critic who brought us the history of Barbie, says in her new bio of Liz Taylor that the actress was an "Accidental Feminist."  http://tinyurl.com/88pxhyh  Really, it seems beside the point.  La Liz was bigger than feminism, or any ism.  She was bigger than big.  She was huge.  As Liesel Shillinger says in her NYTimes review:

At the current cultural moment, when women diet and exercise to achieve a boyish form, and don girdles--hiply rebaptized as Spanx--to heighten this effect, it's jarring to see Taylor, with her nipped-in waist, straining bosom and generous hips, flirt and rage without apparent anxiety that she may be "bulging" in both fleshly and emotive terms.  Camille Paglia has called Taylor "prefeminist," believing that she expresses "woman's ancient and eternal control of the sexual realm."

Taylor, who unapologetically loved love and loved food, adored Chasen's chili so much she had it shipped to her on the set of Cleopatra.  Here is Nora Ephron's recipe for it at Epicurious:  http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/member/views/NORA-EPHRONS-CHASENS-CHILI-50042419

So make some chili today and settle in front of the screen:  The two Father of the Bride films, Giant, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Suddenly Last Summer, Butterfield 8, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolfe--those are just the big ones.  She's transfixing in nearly everything.