Saturday, 13 September 2014

Review: A Streetcar Named Desire

Since first studying A Streetcar Named Desire at A level and subsequently having seen two of his plays since, Tennessee Williams has become a playwright on my theatrical radar whose plays I will endeavour to see whenever possible. As a result of this and my decision to base my final year dissertation on Williams' plays, the chance to see a production of A Streetcar Named Desire at the elusive Young Vic was not one I was going to pass up without a fight (in fact I spent six hours battling with the overpopulated ticket site before I was finally successful).

Having seen a faultless production of The Glass Menagerie at the Young Vic a few years earlier my expectations were high, and the consistently positive reviews that were appearing from the press increased this anticipation. I was wary, however, of the modernisation of this production, as such risks can often leave fans and admirers of the literature a little disappointed. 

The image of Blanche entering the stage in stilettos and a beige trench coat, whilst sporting a designer-esque wheely suitcase and oversized sunglasses is a tricky one to adjust to, and at first I couldn't shake the idea of a footballer's wife, but once first impressions are pushed aside, Blanche's transition from 1940s southern belle to modern-day fallen aristocrat is an innovative and well thought-out move.

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