(viewed 10/26/11)

More like A Streetcar Named Marlon Br— I mean, A Marlon Brando Named— nevermind, Marlon Brando’s super hot in this movie, whatevs. 

Too bad he’s “common”. 

Here’s why I had to watch this movie, besides the cultural significance and all:  My grandmother’s name is Stella Kowalski.  Granted, she married into that name, but it was years before Tennessee Williams even wrote the play.  I read the play in high school, and around then was the first and only time my grandmother acknowledged this amazing coincidence.  I was going up the stairs at home (we lived in the same house at the time) and she stopped me.  I want to say she grabbed my arm.  This may or may not have happened, but it’s true to form for her, so it’s part of the memory.  She said, with an emphatic point to herself, “You know, my name is Stella Kowalski.  From the movie.  ‘Stella!!’ “  I said something along the lines of yes, I know that’s your name, that’s so awesome, etc.  Then she walked away.  Maybe it meant nothing to her, maybe she got it all the time and hated it, maybe she thought it was cool.  As boring of a coincidence as it turned out to be, the whole incident is so fitting of my grandmother that I love it.  Turns out she’s way more of a Blanche DuBois than a Stella Kowalski.

Fun activity while you watch A Streetcar Named Desire: count how many shirts get ripped!

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