A Streetcar Named Desire

The TV remake of A Streetcar Named Desire does not measure up to the classic film starring Vivien Leigh, one of the finest actresses who has ever lived. Ann- Margret gets and A for Effort in this remake, but her essential personality is simply too robust to portray the fragile Blanche. The essence of Blanche Dubois is great delicacy and vulnerability. Ann Margret is about as delicate and vulnerable as an atomic bomb. The rape scene is not convincing, since anyone who tried to rape Ann-Margret would probably end up in the hospital. Treat Williams is by no means as primal as the crude Brando; he almost seems a gentleman in comparison, which lowers the dramatic tension. This film is well-acted and well-directed, but does not compare with the Brando/Leigh original.

I didn't go into this expecting much, thinking Brando and Leigh could not be surpassed. In other remakes I can't shake the feeling that the lead emulate Leigh too much. Here Ann Margret truly imbued Blanche Dubois with a different, less hystrionic personality, you feel like you are finally seeing the character through a different lens. Treat Williams also gives Brando a real run for his money. Thoroughly enjoyed this one.

Ann-Margaret as Blanche Dubois turns in the best performance of her career. Do not believe the deriders! EVERY actor in this version is more believable than in the Leigh/Brando release. This will be particularly evident if you see this version before the original as I did. Camera work is excellent & the music is outstanding in creating that hot New Orleans atmosphere. Don't miss this one!

I know most will say the original 50's version of A Streetcar Named Desire is without competition and that this adaptation shouldn't even exist, but if people could get over their prejudices and watch it for what it is, they might enjoy it.

Not only is this take on the material more faithful to the original play (by the time the 80's rolled around, you could get away with more on TV than you could get away with on screen in the 50's), but it features a wonderful performance by Ann-Margret as Blanche DuBois. At first, Margret's interpretation of the character is a bit jarring. She's far from the nervous, shrinking violet we're so used to seeing. She has more strength than most other Blanches I've seen, but as the story progresses, one starts to see how this is simply a mask she wears to hide her fear and vulnerability. It's a wonderfully fresh interpretation of the role.

Beverly D'Angelo and Randy Quaid are equally excellent as Stella and Mitch. Treat Williams can't quite seem to escape the shadow of Marlon Brando, but he looks the part and is appropriately brutish as Stanley. Broadway vet Marvin Hamlish's music score is gorgeous and sexy.

Maybe there is a viewer who will watch this production, having absolutely no familiarity with Elia Kazan's film. If you have seen the earlier film, you may have difficulty in evaluating this version without reference to the earlier film. I personally think that a more gifted director would have been able to draw from this cast a more satisfying show. The credits indicate that Tennessee Williams wrote the teleplay, so he would have been around to help a talented director get the most from the cast. Too often it seemed to me that the cast was merely reciting the lines. And Treat should have avoided a "Southern" accent: Blanche, yes; Stanley, no. He would have profited from a director who might have focused on the animal in Stanley, and not simply the pig.