On FRI, March 14th, I went (for the 1st time) to Brooklyn Academy of Music (BAM) to see Tennessee Williams’ iconic play- A Streetcar Named Desire. The area was buzzing (w/ a LOT of tourists and locals); the Harvey Theatre is a few blocks away from the Barclays Center. If you haven’t visited NYC recently, the Atlantic Avenue subway station is now called Atlantic Avenue–Barclays Center (2, 3, 4, 5, B, Q, D, N R, & W trains). The crowd was more diverse than I expected; there were (as expected) many young women in their 20s, incl. WOC. There were also quite a few older (perhaps regulars) aged 50+, as in my row. I booked long in advance, so I was able to get good seat.

This critically-acclaimed production (directed by Rebecca Frecknall) was transferred from across the pond- London’s West End. This director emphasized the growing power of patriarchy w/ the way she chose to stage this play, one critic said. Stanley Kowalski is played by Paul Mescal, a 29 y.o. a blue-eyed Irish actor and one of the rising stars in Hollywood. Mescal appeared in the TV drama/romance Normal People, indie movies (Aftersun; All of Us Strangers), and Ridley Scott’s big-budget sequel (Gladiator II). The staging was open and design was V simple; there are few furnishings in the Kowalski home. On one side of the stage, there are stairs which go up to the balcony. This production includes (brief) interludes w/ dance and music. Water comes down to shower the actors in two pivotal moments. I thought the way lighting design was quite effective.

I know what some of y’all are thinking… Is Mescal as cute and fit IRL? Yes, he looks V good (though not a fan of this modern mullet); he has (well-defined) arms and abs, long after Gladiator. Stanley (a model of toxic masculinity) isn’t TOO bothered w/ the concerns/needs of women around him. He cares about bowling and poker nights w/ his buddies. His wife, Stella, is played by a lovely/wide-eyed British Asian (South Asian- as in US) actress- Anjana Vasan (37 y.o.) Patsy Ferran (34 y.o.) is an unexpected choice for Blanche DuBois, at least when it comes to looks. She has already won Olivier and Drama Desk awards. These actresses look much younger than their ages!

I don’t want realism, I want magic! -Blanche DuBois

Wow, what a show- I was V impressed! Mescal and Vasan made a believable (yet problematic) couple in love. I’m sure many of you are aware of the dark (serious) themes/events of the play. There is tension growing w/ each scene bwtn Mescal and Ferran (slim/petite w/ dark hair and eyes), as Blanche (obviously) disapproves of Stanley. Ferran goes toe-to-toe w/ Mescal (who is transformed- in part to American accent/body language); she reveals emotional vulnerability in one moment, after charming us w/ her wit/intelligence. The audience was captivated more… and more… as the play went on. When Stanley slaps Stella (who is pregnant), it was a big shock (esp. for those who didn’t read the play/see the Brando movie). In the climax, when Blanche grabs a beer bottle to defend herself against Stanley, a woman in front of me whispered “it’s not real” to her mom. In the finale, Stanley crouches down and embraces Stella, who is cryng/distraught on the floor. One of Mescal’s pale/powerful arm wraps around Vasan’s upper body, showing that (in the world of this play) Stanley has truly won!

[1] Lines that I could recite alongside the actors resonated in ways that I never expected. The great majority of them are spoken by Ferran, who triumphs where such incandescent talents as Jessica Lange, Blanchett and Natasha Richardson could find only sporadic magic. […]

What sets Ferran apart is the way she balances the play’s poetry and realism, moving with lightning reflexes from crushing naturalism to bold expressionism. …Ferran, a Spanish British actress, is completely fluent in the playwright’s grand, streetwise lyricism. Accent and idiom are firmly in command as she transitions from Southern Gothic to surrealist horror, never losing sight of a character who’s as fragile as she is formidable.

-LA Times

[2] The playwright’s identification with Blanche, reflected in her care with words, is all but drowned out. We are not invited to inhabit her hopes and fears but rather her brother-in-law’s animal glee.

This is certainly a way to see “Streetcar”; the world is, if possible, even meaner than Williams imagined. Decay has swallowed lyricism. And Stanley, we now know, has won.

–NYT