suddenly last summer


Saw a stage production of the Tennessee Williams play this weekend by Theater 9/12.

This is probably one of the most depressing lines in any play:

“Most people’s lives, what are they but trails of debris – each day more debris, more debris… long, long trails of debris, with nothing to clean it all up but death.”

The same character, Violet Venable, had a more positive view of the summers spent with her son.

“My son, Sebastian and I constructed our days. Each day we would carve each day like a piece of sculpture, leaving behind us a trail of days like a gallery of sculpture until suddenly, last summer.”

I’ve never seen a film version, but I bet they beefed up the story a bit, because the play is pretty much the views and desires of Ms. Venable in the first portion and the ravings Catharine Holly in the second. There’s not a big story arc, and it left me feeling a little cheated at the end; as if the “shocking” content alone was supposed to be enough to satisfy.  I don’t know, it just didn’t come together for me. But there’s plenty of fun, sometime over-the-top language. Theater 9/12 did a terrific job.


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