Diary entries forA Streetcar Named Desire
A Streetcar Named Desire
Why did I think it would have a happy ending Ha ha ha ha
A Streetcar Named Desire
I fucking despise Marlon Brando. His character was an asshole and so was he in real life. I HATE YOU MARLON BRANDO. Vivien was great. 🥰🖤
A Streetcar Named Desire
“STELLLLLLLLLLA!” Such a great adaptation. Tennessee’s pen is fire made manifest. One of history’s greatest playwrights. Vivian Leigh…an actress! She conveyed so much with just her facial expressions. Marlon as Stanley was as terrible as he was mesmerizing, like most men. God, they don’t make ‘em like this anymore.
A Streetcar Named Desire
we have this to thank for julia louis dreyfus’ genius, so there’s that
A Streetcar Named Desire
i lost count of the number of times my friend and i started screaming “THE EYEBROW”
A Streetcar Named Desire
marlon brando had such an iphone face like you can’t convince me that man has never stepped foot in an apple store… yeah anyway i wish stanley kowalski fucking died
A Streetcar Named Desire
HAROLD: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦.. With that tight white shirt, bold biceps, and subtle furrow in sulken brows, the delivery of 𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘵𝘺 never sounded so good by Brando himself. A beautiful symphony of everyone at the edge that brights to life Tennessee's original text (https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/7321860101). No one is right. Everyone is wrong. Or troubled. Or aching. Or hurting. Or yearning. They all want better. Can’t we forgive them for that? Can’t we forgive each other for wanting to be better? Under Kazan’s direction, tight and controlled by set and light, melodrama flourishes in hot pan flashes, directed and aimed at the throat of other players in ways that elevate stageplay to the actors themselves. Leigh doesn’t just fall into DuBois, but the aching psychosis of what it means to exist in different tenses to grapple with any hope of the future. Even for Brando, he becomes less of the hunk we have always cherished but an anchor in the stubborn angry grip of the patriarchy. This is a classic for a reason. One I’m glad I’ve finally gotten to that reeks, still to this day, of an America we despise because we see too much of ourselves in her, America the beautiful, ugly in our hearts.
A Streetcar Named Desire
shout out AP lit
