Let's be A Streetcar Named Desire

I'm rhinestone.

I'm next-door to glass.

I'm STELLA!!!!!!

I'm Blanche's fingernails that need to be trimmed.

I'm The Tarantula Arms, a great big spider where Blanche LURED her victims!

I'm only a paper moon.

I'm the kindness of strangers.

I'm the elderly doctor who gives Blanche his arm to gallantly escort her out of the apartment.....

I'm Karl Malden's honker

I'm a moonlight swim at the old rock quarry.

I'm Carl Malden's sick mother, getting soused at the club down the street.

I'm Stella's lesbian lover Eunice Hubbell.

I am the low low low lighting that it was filmed in.

I'm Stella's staggering, pleased, sore-as-hell walk down the stairs after Stanley took her upstairs and fucked the shit out of her after their fight. I'm the dirtiest thing in the movie and yet the censors couldn't touch me.

I'm the Napoleonic Code, ya ever heard of me?

I'm...Oh, Streetcar!

I'm bananas! Kim Hunter loathes me.

I'm the paper lantern over the light bulb.

I’m Stanley’s tight, sweaty T-shirt.

I'm a lemon Coke* with lots of chipped ice.

I'm supper at Galatoires.

I’m the grapes from the French Market which may not have been washed

I’m the cold plate for Stanley

I'm the one-way bus ticket, Stanley's birthday gift for Blanche.

I'm Shep Huntleigh. Blanche thinks I'm going to arrive and save her.

I'm all the hot water that Blanche uses in the shower for her "hydrotherapy."

I'm one of the stars that take up collections. Blanche didn't know that stars took up collections.

I'm Belle Reve, and I am very much lost.

I'm extremely overrated.

I'm the "magic" that Blanche wants and prefers to realism.

I'm the faded southern belle who needs the forgiving cloak of night to seduce young delivery boys with more newspapers than common sense.

I'm opera diva Renee Fleming. Andre Previn wrote a mediocre "Streetcar" opera for me.

I'm Vivien Leigh's comeback.

We're actresses who have played Blanche in major productions: Jessica Tandy, Uta Hagen, Jessica Lange, Claire Bloom, Ann-Margret, Rosemary Harris, Lois Nettleton, Beatrice Straight, Glenn Close, Cate Blanchett, Gillian Anderson, Patsy Ferran, Faye Dunaway, Natasha Richardson, Blythe Danner, Tallulah Bankhead and many others.

And Vivien Leigh, of course, who was London's first Blanche before she starred in the film version.

I'm Claire Bloom's ridiculous US southern accent.

I'm the excised homosexuality of Blanche's late husband

I'm Karl Malden, forgotten supporting actor the original cast.

Did Bonnie Franklin ever play Blanche?

I'm the Andre Previn opera.

I'm the back of the head of Blanche's husband that was blown away by the gunshot.

I'm the Varsouviana Polka.

I'm the cigarette smoke.

I'm Stanley's raging hardon as he rages at his "stuck-up" sister-in-law

I’m bitter Jessica Tandy.

I'm Blanche's love letters that she will have to burn after Stanley touches them.

I'm Vagina Dentata

That mirror has seen so much...

I'm the general sense of overratedness.

I'm the baby Blanche gives birth to 9 months after she was carted off to hospital.

I’m Blanche’s Chinese paper lantern, which covered the bare light bulb.

R18, while he is wearing it, right?

I don't think this film is overrated at all. It's aged well.

I'm R51, who doesn't understand how "Let's be..." threads work.

I'm r52.

I'm your garden-variety pedant.

I'm R53, who tries to make excuses for the dumbfuckery she can't hide.

I'm Wally Cox's cock, which got blown by Stanley.

I'm a young Lindsey Graham, watching this for the first time and vowing that I will be the next Blanche

R38, Bonnie played Stanley on “One Day at a Time”, for 9 years.

Damn it Blanche!

I'm Marlon Brando's understudy, Jack Palance. I got my chance to play Stanley after I [italic]accidently[/italic] broke Brando's nose. I landed a contract with 20th Century Fox immediately after that.

I'm the altered ending for the film and I suck.

I'm my eyes rolling into the back of my head while listening to modern interpretations of what this play is "truly" about. Spoiler alert, you're all wrong.

I’m Stanley’s highly unlikely use of a “colored lights” metaphor. Williams, sure. Kowalski, not so much.

I'm the cover of this Signet paperback edition of the play. Countless gays have jerked off over me.

I'm the wad of cum all over the cover at R62.

I'm this... kitchen... candle

I'm Stanley. I'm common.

r62 I had that edition in eighth grade!

I wanted to be the kindness of strangers!

I'm the Polak.

I'm the lemon coke!

I'm the broken bottle.

[quote] I’m Stanley’s highly unlikely use of a “colored lights” metaphor. Williams, sure. Kowalski, not so much.

What did Stanley say? I would agree he probably didn't deal in metaphors that much.

I'm James Gandolfini understudying some Charlie Nobody as Mitch opposite Jessica Lange before my career really got going.

Did Alec Baldwin ever play Stanley Kowalski? This website looks like it was created by a DLer.

R73, Yes. On Broadway and on television.

I'm a solid gold dress.

Thanks, R74. Perfect casting!

I'm the Coca-Cola with the chipped ice.

Alec Baldwin abandoned the role of Jack Ryan to play Stanley on Broadway. Harrison Ford took over.

I'm Jessica Lange trying to project to the balcony but failing miserably.

I'm also Jessica Lange having the same inability in Long Day's Journey.

I'm the Ann-Margret version

I'm Stella's pussy, I'm dripping wet

I'm the problematic truth that interpersonal violence sometimes leads to make-up sex that is out of this world.

I'm Stanley's red silk pajamas that he only wears on special occasions.

I’m a streetcar named Desire. No, really. I’m not a metaphor. I existed.

I existed, dammit!

I'm the regional theatre production in which this guy played the young newspaper collector and got naked.

R86 where are the nudes?

I'm Tony Franciosa, and I got nude as well when I played Stanley.

Why would the young collector get naked? Blanche only kisses him.

Not that I object to gratuitous nudity.

R88 what's your cock like?

I'm the ex-Mrs. Tony Francisosa, aka Liz Ashley, R90, and all I can say is: I had no complaints.

R89, have you heard of that stage company that produces all their plays naked, including classic plays? It's actually a thing.

I'm James Farentino often mistaken for Tony Franciosa

I'm R94, and you're right, Mr. Farentino,. By the way, are young hung, too? Then there's a pair of us.

Sorry, not "young," just hung.

I'm Lauren Bacall, R90. I, too, had no complaints.

I’m the booze Blanche has been lapping up. And the ciggy.

I'm the cock that woke up Cuckoo Town.

She wanted to r38, but walked out of the revival talks because they nixed her suggestion for a tap dance number.

[quote]I'm the ex-Mrs. Tony Francisosa, aka Liz Ashley,

Wrong...

I'm the principal who had to fire Blanche, once our school district's educator of the year and now the latest in a long line of pedophile teachers.

I'm the sex Blanche offered the Principal to hush things up

I'm the old lady flower seller who comes out of the mist every so often to spook the shit out of Blanche.

I'm the Napoleonic Code.

I am most definitely not the kindness of strangers.

I'm flores--flores para los muertos.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

If I can’t be the kindness of strangers, I shall be Blanche’s constant dependence on it.

Hah!

I'm the unused strait jacket.

I'm the brags from the schoolboy to his pals about shagging the hot teacher

I'm the gunshot off in the distance

I'm R109's neglect of using quotation marks around the word "hot" to describe Blanche.

I AM NOT A POLACK! PEOPLE FROM POLAND ARE POLES, NOT POLACKS!

I'm God.

Sometimes there I am, so quickly.

I am the enchantment we have created! Look!

I'm not clean enough to bring in the house with Mitch's mother.

I'm covering the light bulbs because I look old as hell

I'm the paper lantern over the harsh Edison bulb, removed to challenge Blanche's delusions.

I'm the testosterone spiked sweat soaking Stanley's t-shirt.

I'm the $130 rent.

I'm "We've had this date with each other from the beginning." One of the best lines ever.

I'm the walls of Blanche's cooze, scarred from years of Lysol douches.

Don't hang back with the brutes!

I'm Stella's swollen rosebud, well used certain time each month.

I'm the play's wonderful final line: “This game is seven card stud.” That cunt Liv Ullmann cut me.

I'm the HEAT driving people wild

I'm DELIBERATE cruelty! The only unforgivable thing.

R126, you're also the one thing of which Blanche claims she herself has never been guilty -- though of course the story about the dead husband reveals the truth on that point.

I'm Sal Mineo, who should have played Blanche's dead husband in flashbacks.

At age 12, R128? I didn't think Blanche was THAT pervy.

I'm New Orleans

I'm the anonymous twink fucking Karl Malden up the ass in the bushes in back of the toilets at the casino.

R69 I’m the chipped ice!

I'm alcohol. Some rarely touch it, but it touches them often

[quote]I'm James Farentino often mistaken for Tony Franciosa

I'm often mistaken for the both of them!

I'm Steve and Eunice Hubbel's bed that collapsed, presumably during a wild fuck session.

I'm "Blue Jasmine", Woody Allen's complete ripoff starring Broadway's most recent Blanche, Cate Blanchett. I've got TWO Stanleys!

I'm John C. Reiley, miscast as Stanley opposite Natasha Richardson's Blanche.

I'm a "Mitch", not a "Stanley".

Here are the Spark Notes so that we can analyze.

I'm Stella's acute case of dicktimization.

I’m the flower lady. “Flores, para los Muertos.” I’m also a major metaphor.

R140. And repeated by George in “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf.”

And that's not the only STREETCAR moment in WHO'S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF?, R142 -- remember Martha's monologue that opens Act 3, including a quotation from STREETCAR, punctuated by "The Poker Night!" (= STREETCAR's original title).

I'm the young sailor in the first scene who shows Blanche where the streetcar is. Coincidentally, I am the same actor who played Beau Wilkes in "Gone With the Wind" although I didn't have any scenes with Vivien, I did have one with Clark Gable.

R13 needs to watch/read STREETCAR again. Stella's "staggering . . . walk down the stairs" is not "after Stanley took her upstairs and fucked the shit out of her after their fight." It's before. He just hit her, causing his poker buddies to drag his drunk ass into the shower while Eunice whisks her upstairs. Then comes "STELLA! STELLA!" Then the walk. Then the fucking.

[quote] I'm John C. Reiley, miscast as Stanley opposite Natasha Richardson's Blanche.

That was my first Broadway play. I was devastated by how obviously miscast Reilly was and how obvious Richardson. Luckily Amy Ryan was excellent. A canny actress can do a LOT with Stella, who is the play’s most complex character.

[quote] Stella, who is the play’s most complex character

I beg to differ.

The Reboot: Uber Named Drunk Dial

I'm the Tarantula Arms Hotel.

I'm the shame that comes with the lustful thoughts about Stanley and the low key envy I feel for Blanche.

Sal was probably little too "ethnic" looking for that time to have been cast as Alan.

Im this incomprehensible tendency as of late to have the play end and Blanche leave while looking a hot mess, in her slip, hair and make up array, removing the one dignity Williams gave her in the end of exiting like a queen.

I'm the baby the brute Kowalski makes inside Blanche during her ill fated birthday, who's existence will revindicate her and her dignity, and cause Mitch to marry her to take care of the kid, while Stanley spirals, causing irreparable marriage in the Kowalski household

I'm the poignant misspelling of "rive."

I always imagined Monty Clift as the dead husband.

I’m the ghost of Blanche’s dead husband who will be portrayed by some hot chorus boy Rob Ashford is lusting after in the next Ashford-directed production.

R147 more like "The Uber named Thirstyness"

No, I’m the ex-Mrs. Franciosa.

I’m every despicable character in this play who gang up on mentally ill faded lady and drive her over the edge. Especially Mitch who suddenly becomes too good for her and is a bully to boot.

I am Mitch, a prototype of what will become known as the toxic "nice" guy in decades to come. I will respect womfn until they fall short of my expectactions. I will be so overcome by grief and guilt I will openly weep while Blanche is being taken away. Alas, those tears can't take back what was said. I am such a pathetic loser that I will remain best friends with the man I strongly suspect had his way with the woman I love, causing her madness (though I helped too) all the while disuading me from seeing her.

I'm the gross Mitch's demands for sex. Even more insidious and damaging than Stanley's raging hardon at R43

I'm Mitch's mother - you don't see me in the play or the film, but my presence it REAL, let me tell you!! I never did care much for that Polack Stanley and his trashy wife, but I tolerated them since he was just going over there to play poker. But when that hussy sister of Stella's appeared out of nowhere, I got a BAD FEELING, let me tell you! She had designs on my boy from the get go, and I wasn't fooled ONE BIT!!

Oh, I played along for awhile since I saw how flattered my Mitch was by her attentions. But I just bided my time, until one night when he was getting ready to go over there, all excited like, and I said to him, very casual like, "Ask Miss Blanche how old she is..."

That did the trick, let me tell you!!

I am that gray boy. And that hag sure as hell touched me.

I’m feeling so cool and good and nice!

I'm the neighbourhood gayling, running home to jerk-off after spying Mr Kowalski in his sweaty vest and bouncy bulge!

Ding. Ding.