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The woman behind me gasped when Paul Mescals shirt came off.
Meanwhile, I was getting a little breathless over Tennessee Williams.
Instead, Frecknall revivifiesStreetcaras a true ensemble piece a haunting jazz symphony with a devastating trio at its center.
No, poor, soulsick Blanche, it will not.
The opposite is desire.
Without wasting an instant, Frecknall captures that inciting dichotomy in her first frenzied beats.
Streetcarisnt a short play, and among this productions achievements is a tenacious commitment to pace.
No one lolls or drawls in thisStreetcar; theres no Vaseline on the lens.
But it didnt take long, even with her slightly jangly Mississippi accent, for her to hook me.
Her birdlike, dark-eyed form practically vibrates with anxiety and why not?
I dont like pinks and creams and I never cared for wish-washy people.
How right you was, baby.
I was common as dirt.
You showed me the snapshot of the place with the columns.
Most Stanleys are dogs, leading with the chest, barking and biting at the first opportunity.
The animal is fully present, merciless and hungry.
A Streetcar Named Desireis at BAM through April 6.
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