A Streetcar Named Desire – NT Live #39

Posted by on November 19, 2014

AStreetcarYes, this show is out of order but I just couldn’t figure out what I wanted to say about it. Every so often there are those shows that I really want to like but I just can’t seem to work-up any real enthusiasm for. I had heard generally good buzz about this show and about Gillian Anderson’s performance; I had heard especially good things about her recent performance in A Doll’s House so while I like A Street Car Named Desire I really was going to see this performance to see “what all the fuss” was about (plus I’m a Scully fan). I mostly came away feeling…fine. This was part of the NT Live series (which I am a HUGE fan of) so perhaps the performances just didn’t translate on screen but for me the show never really became engaging. So we’re going to keep this simple.

What I liked:

The acting was good, generally, I especially enjoyed Ben Foster’s Stanley, he seemed to properly encapsulate his bravado and insecurity simultaneously.

The rotating stage was a cool, especially when I realized it would sometime be rotating in the middle of a scene not just as a set change. It could almost be seen as a metaphor for the whirling dervish that is Blanche DuBois psyche. You know, if the second thing out of your mouth is “wonderful set design,” that’s not really a good thing. The set should always be in service of the actors.

Wow that might be it…nothing else was particularly note worthy.

What I didn’t like:

The southern accents just did not work for me. They did not at all bring to mind the languorous speech patterns of of the Deep South. It bugged just a little bit. Okay, a lot.

Minor anachronisms in the props; the play mostly seemed set in the 50’s – ish but then why are they using a cordless phone? It’s stupid but it really stood out and became a little distracting.

The penultimate scene, Blanche is descending a serious spiral of delusion, emotionally and physically. She’s a make-up smeared, drunken mess laying on the floor when Stanley comes in and this, this is the moment he decides it’s time to put an end to the “tension” between them? When Stanley rapes Blanche it is an act of dominance of bringing her down to his level, or more a confirmation that she was already at his level. The sodden mess he finds on the floor is most pathetic and hardly a challenge to his vanity or manhood.

I think the performance just lacked chemistry. Each actor did a good job but the performance never seemed to gel. The passion between Stanley and Stella, eh; the sexual tension between Stanley and Blanche, non-existent. I wonder if the rotating of the stage (it was relatively slow when they were in scenes) somehow made it harder for the actors to connect on stage. I can see it being disconcerting.

So this show falls into the “fine” category; it did not offend but neither did it excel. Never the less, still a huge fan of what Nation Theater is doing and I think my 2015 resolution is going to have to be a trip to the West End. I think it’s time I see some of these NT Live performances, live.

 

 

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