I'll be Elizabeth Taylor's incomprehensible accent.
Let's be Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958 film)
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| by Anonymous | reply 23 | September 19, 2019 5:28 AM |
I’m the mendacity.
| by Anonymous | reply 1 | September 19, 2019 12:20 AM |
I am the single worst film ever based on Tennessee Williams. Thanks to Taylor's hideous screech throughout.
| by Anonymous | reply 2 | September 19, 2019 12:21 AM |
I am Paul Newman’s crutches.
Love me some sweaty man pits!
| by Anonymous | reply 3 | September 19, 2019 12:24 AM |
I'm the 10 cent beer for when Big Daddy freezes Brick and Maggie out.
| by Anonymous | reply 4 | September 19, 2019 12:27 AM |
I'm Skipper, and I'm DEAD!
But Maggie the Cat is alive... ALIVE!
| by Anonymous | reply 5 | September 19, 2019 12:30 AM |
I'm a no-neck monster!
| by Anonymous | reply 6 | September 19, 2019 12:31 AM |
I'm Skipper, invisible in the film who should have been played by ...
| by Anonymous | reply 7 | September 19, 2019 12:34 AM |
I'm Madeleine Sherwood's awesomely unattractive face.
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| by Anonymous | reply 8 | September 19, 2019 1:09 AM |
I'll be Big Mamma carrying the lit birthday cake into a darkened hallway. "I even loved your hate."
One of my favorite small moments ever in a film.
| by Anonymous | reply 10 | September 19, 2019 1:18 AM |
I’m the dick(s) Paul Newman sucked or ass(es) fucked that made him the go to guy for gay Hollywood in the late 50s.
| by Anonymous | reply 11 | September 19, 2019 1:20 AM |
Don't be silly R11. PN never did any stuff like that.
| by Anonymous | reply 12 | September 19, 2019 1:26 AM |
I am Lacey, one of the Negro servants. My role was played by the white guy writing this comment, who was part of the cast performing this play at a small college in southern Wisconsin in the mid 1970's. Lacey morphed into being a white trash servant out of necessity. Still glad for having experienced being in a probably mediocre production of an outstanding play. The men in the roles of Brick and Big Daddy were definitely not mediocre though.
| by Anonymous | reply 13 | September 19, 2019 1:32 AM |
I'm a minute with Skipper's dick -- worth giving up a lifetime of Maggie's pussy.
| by Anonymous | reply 14 | September 19, 2019 1:43 AM |
I'm the Muttontown Long Island mansion standing in for a Southern Plantation.
| by Anonymous | reply 15 | September 19, 2019 1:45 AM |
I'm the subtext. I go on for the entire movie.
| by Anonymous | reply 16 | September 19, 2019 1:53 AM |
I'm the second helping of hoppin john, currently competing for space with mendacity and a malignant tumor in Big Daddy's belly.
| by Anonymous | reply 17 | September 19, 2019 2:02 AM |
R13 Was that the production done at Beloit's Court Theatre, starring a poorly cast, but game Elizabeth Franz as Maggie?
| by Anonymous | reply 18 | September 19, 2019 2:08 AM |
I'm the dinner theater version. Brick can't serve banana pudding because of the crutches.
| by Anonymous | reply 19 | September 19, 2019 2:17 AM |
I'm Avon - who knew it was once in film production?
| by Anonymous | reply 20 | September 19, 2019 2:46 AM |
I am Ben Gazzara, back home, nursing my wounded ego.
| by Anonymous | reply 21 | September 19, 2019 4:18 AM |
I’m the straight guys who pretend they’ve seen it, but haven’t.
| by Anonymous | reply 22 | September 19, 2019 4:21 AM |
I wanted to be a no-neck monster!
| by Anonymous | reply 23 | September 19, 2019 5:28 AM |