This is simply an interpretation. Attacking it's validity (like you are in this post) reflects poorly on you and does not further any substantial criticism.
No, it reflects that I actually know the play and don't have contempt for it. The only person with a pretentious attitude is Sam Gold.
If you want my "substantial criticism," here you go:
Williams does use the word “crippled,” and writes in the stage directions that one of Laura’s legs is shorter than the other and that she wears a brace. That is a physical disability, for sure, but it strains credulity to present Laura as a wheelchair user who can only walk by using her hands and feet. For one thing, the Wingfields live in a tenement apartment building, and clearly not on the first floor (scenes take place on a fire escape). If Laura were a wheelchair user, she would be essentially housebound, yet we know that she’s been leaving the house all day under the guise of going to business college. When Amanda finds out that Laura has not been going to college and asks what she’s been doing all day, she replies: “I went in the art museum and the birdhouses at the zoo. … Sometimes I did without lunch and went to the movies. Lately I’ve been spending most of my afternoons in the Jewel-box, that big glass house where they raise the tropical flowers.” This play takes place in the ‘30s; these places would not be handicap-accessible; Laura would have had to be accompanied by someone to get to most of these places.
Laura is mildly disabled, but she has internalized her disability to such a degree that it has completely stifled her (think about how Laura says that she thought the clumping of her leg brace sounded like thunder, whereas Jim says he never noticed it). This is why Amanda can still see potential for her to be a wife and mother even if Laura cannot. Amanda sees a pretty girl with a slight problem, whereas Laura sees herself only through the prism of her disability. Having Laura played as profoundly disabled loses all of this.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
Updated On: 3/10/17 at 01:11 PM