#26
Posted: 4/26/05 at 10:44pm
Actually, the more I read the Times review...it's kind to Richardson, but I'd say far from a love letter...
"as incarnated by a truly radiant Natasha Richardson in the production of "A Streetcar Named Desire" that opened last night, Miss DuBois appears as pretty, dewy and healthy as a newly ripened, unbruised peach. Let them bring on those naked light bulbs, Blanche honey. You look marvelous."
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"without credible conflict and crisis, there isn't much of a play.
All right, I'm exaggerating, but just a little."
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"though Ms. Ryan turns in the production's only fully integrated performance, it is nonetheless Ms. Richardson, who has more effectively harnessed her star power for the Roundabout in "Cabaret" and "Anna Christie," who makes this "Streetcar" worth consideration by hard-core Williams devotees. Of all the great lady basket cases of the theater - a roster that includes Ophelia, Strindberg's Miss Julie and Mary Tyrone (of "Long Day's Journey Into Night") - the ethereal but erotic Blanche DuBois may well be the hardest, er, nut to crack"
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"The problem - and it is, let's face it, a really big problem - is that this Blanche never seems all that vulnerable. Ms. Richardson has a couple of moments of searing, outraged pain, as when Blanche describes her young husband's suicide. But her means of signaling imminent nervous collapse is to make her voice and hands tremble, and these vibrations often feel artificially switched-on. And Ms. Richardson's uncannily fresh face does not bear the marks of suffering."
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"Mr. Reilly, so brilliant in Sam Shepard's "True West" and the films of Paul Thomas Anderson, would have been perfect as the awkward, gentlemanly Mitch, a role he has played elsewhere. But while Stanley does not have to be a beauty like the young Marlon Brando, who created the part, he does need to exude strong sexual promise and menace, neither of which is in Mr. Reilly's goofy portrait of him. "
"as incarnated by a truly radiant Natasha Richardson in the production of "A Streetcar Named Desire" that opened last night, Miss DuBois appears as pretty, dewy and healthy as a newly ripened, unbruised peach. Let them bring on those naked light bulbs, Blanche honey. You look marvelous."
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"without credible conflict and crisis, there isn't much of a play.
All right, I'm exaggerating, but just a little."
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"though Ms. Ryan turns in the production's only fully integrated performance, it is nonetheless Ms. Richardson, who has more effectively harnessed her star power for the Roundabout in "Cabaret" and "Anna Christie," who makes this "Streetcar" worth consideration by hard-core Williams devotees. Of all the great lady basket cases of the theater - a roster that includes Ophelia, Strindberg's Miss Julie and Mary Tyrone (of "Long Day's Journey Into Night") - the ethereal but erotic Blanche DuBois may well be the hardest, er, nut to crack"
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"The problem - and it is, let's face it, a really big problem - is that this Blanche never seems all that vulnerable. Ms. Richardson has a couple of moments of searing, outraged pain, as when Blanche describes her young husband's suicide. But her means of signaling imminent nervous collapse is to make her voice and hands tremble, and these vibrations often feel artificially switched-on. And Ms. Richardson's uncannily fresh face does not bear the marks of suffering."
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"Mr. Reilly, so brilliant in Sam Shepard's "True West" and the films of Paul Thomas Anderson, would have been perfect as the awkward, gentlemanly Mitch, a role he has played elsewhere. But while Stanley does not have to be a beauty like the young Marlon Brando, who created the part, he does need to exude strong sexual promise and menace, neither of which is in Mr. Reilly's goofy portrait of him. "
"Y'all have a GRAND day now"