A Streetcar Named Desire, Elia Kazan (1951)

This movie’s become such a touchstone, I think many people, myself included, assume they’ve seen it even if they haven’t. If I have seen this before, it was prior to my taking up residence in the South, and also, in some respects, prior to my ascension/descension to adulthood. It is, as you know even if you haven’t seen it, a hugely histrionic and overheated movie, but it’s also fully genuine and fascinatingly weird. I hit this on a whim and am a bit flustered now; I’m afraid of what my dreams will bring tonight.

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