Film

A Streetcar Named Desire

Name: A Streetcar Named Desire
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Released: 1951
Cast: Vivien Leigh, Marlon Brando, Kim Hunter, Karl Malden, Rudy Bond

Tennessee Williams's steam-heat tragedy, filmed by Elia Kazan with the stage cast (minus Brando's Blanche) at full volatile pitch. Vivien Leigh's fading Southern belle collides with Brando's animal-magnetic brute-in-law in a cramped New Orleans apartment, and the air never clears. It's less a plot than a slow suffocation — gorgeous, cruel, and one of the birthplaces of modern screen acting.

TMDb rating

7.6

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