Let's be Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958 movie)

I'm Paul Newman's shirtless body, which was absolutely FLAWLESS.

I'm the no-neck monster who shoots a toy gun at Liz Taylor.

"You're just jealous, cuz 'ya can't have babies!"

*sticking out tongue*

I am mendacity, and Big Daddy despises me.

I’m the nudity that was absent from this adaptation but was very much part of a recent stage production. Discussed on Datalounge, of course.

I am anything.

And no ones taking anything from Big Mama until she's ready.

I'm the Bourbon bottle which is Brick's nevah-seen second crutch.

I'm the intimacy Brick doesn't want with Maggie.

I'm the locked doors Big Mama hates in her house.

I'm the ice cream sticking to Elizabeth Taylor's high-heeled shins.

I'm the Spanish moss growing outside Brick and Maggie's bedroom. I am the wraparound. I am the South. I am in love with Brick the Beautiful.

I am Mercy Mother of Maud Adams.

I'm Tennessee, unhappy with the bowlderized screenplay:

"This movie will set the industry back 50 years. Go home!"

I am the royalties greedy bottom TW took in day after day, month after month, year after year.

I am the “click” Brick says he always wants from drinking.

When I was bottoming out on booze myself, I experienced exactly what he was talking about.

Over and over again.

But not often enough.

And it never lasts.

I’m the squirt of tobacco juice that some drunk shot on Mae “Sister Woman” Flynn’s face white she was riding that tacky float at the Cotton Carnival parade.

R14 Are you saying Brick was a bottom? Anyway, he didn't drink before he got married. Kindly explain.

I'm Gooper, trying desperately to run away from his annoying wife and kids.

My southern half of the family had "Sisters" in it and an "Old Mama" and a cousin who now looks and sounds just like Big Mamma.

I am poor, befuddled, deceased Skipper.

The specter haunting the whole play.

If it were only 60 years later, Brick and I would be married, and parenting adopted foreign kids together.

But I was too guilty and had to do away with myself.

(And I’ll never tell you if we ever did more than just “shake hands good night between the beds!”)

I am that white chiffon dress that Taylor carries off like nobody else in the fucking entire world could have at the time.

I am one of the no-neck monsters.

I am also Sister-Woman's exhausted womb.

I'm the corn cob pipe smoked by R18's sisters.

I'm Mae, with her ear pressed up against the wall, listening to Maggie's nightly pleas, and Brick's nightly refusals.

And then smiling with glee, at the thought of inheriting the plantation!

I'm Big Mama, crying out for Brick - her ONLY SON!

I am the unbelievably handsome Brick, soon to look like his Big Daddy unless Maggie lets Brick have some boyfriends from time to time in between fucking her, Sir.

I'm Sister Woman

I'm the late Skipper:

"Hey Brick, I'll buy you a drink!"

Oh yeah, R26?

Well I'm Big Mama.

I am liquor, drunk and thrown around and discarded in smashed glasses.

Get it, Big Mama!

I'm Big Daddy....

I've got both of you bitches beat!

Haha R31, we thought the exact same thing!

[quote] I've got both of you bitches beat!

Oh, I don't think so.

I'm that trip to Europe which is nothing but one big auction and the boxes of crap Big Mama bought just rotting in the basement.

I'm twenty-eight thousand of the richest acres this side of the Valley Nile.

[quote]I am the royalties greedy bottom TW took in day after day, month after month, year after year.

I NEVAH got fucked by a prince! Lots of queens-- yes.

I'm Dr. Baugh. Maggie says she went to some other doctor who told her she was pregnant, which Mae knows is a lie, because this whole fucked up family always comes to ME when they're sick or pregnant.

I'm the beautifully designed opening credits.

[quote] I'm twenty-eight thousand of the richest acres this side of the Valley Nile.

I think you mean the Nile Valley.

I'll be Maggie re Skippy, "He could have got a spot on any proteam in the country"

I heard protein ... I know, but was anyone swallowing at all?

Also, my mother actually used to say "I'm as skittery as a cat on a hot tin roof" as well as "Rise and shine and greet the morning."

I'm the sex between Skipper and Maggie that never was and that Skipper never wanted even though he and Maggie went to bed together.

I'm the over-ripe Southern decor.

I'm a pissed off Miss Barbara Bel Geddes.

I'm the good taste that girl has, but not in men.

We're the rust on the tin roof.

I'm the tub of ice cream, raped by the unwashed hands of some ugly, noisy little bastards.

I’m Big Mama. After Big Daddy died, I discovered my true self and transitioned.

I’m maggie’s Gorgeous pearl earrings

I'm Big Mama after she raided Jeff Chandler's closet....

The best thing about this thread is the Judith Anderson pics in other roles.

R50 - I'm the matching pendant to the pearl earrings.

I am Maggie's white lace bodice slip. I make everyone want to wear a slip instead of a night gown or a dress when it's hot. SLIPS FOR THE WIN.