A drawing study of Marlon Brando from movie A Streetcar Named Desire
A Streetcar…by Anthea Slade
A Streetcar… A Detail by Anthea Slade
My second motion picture was A Streetcar Named Desire. Although the Hollywood censors sapped Tennessee’s story of some of its sting, I thought it was better than the play. Vivien Leigh, who played Balnche in the London stage production, was brought over from England for the movie, and I’ve always thought it was perfect casting. In many ways she was Blanche. She was memorably beautiful, one of the great beauties of the screen, but she was also vulnerable, and her own life had been very much like that of Tennessee’s wounded butterfly. It had paralleled Blanche’s in several ways especially when her mind began to wobble and her sense of self became vague. Like Blanche she slept with almost every body and was beginning to dissolve mentally and to fray at the ends physically. I might have given her a tumble if it hadn’t been for Larry Oliver. I’m sure he knew she was playing around, but like a lot of husbands I’ve known, he pretended not to see it, and I liked him too much to invade his chicken coop.
Marlon’s words from his Autobiography Marlon The Songs My Mother Taught Me