So, this was interesting. First of all: Blanche, totally off her rocker. I feel like if I found out my wife was gay, I'd be like "Well, nothing I can do. Time to move on." I don't know, I don't think I'd have had the same inadequacy issues Blanche had. Which makes me suspect some sort of pre-existing condition of psychosis (bi-polar, manic depressive, something).
Also, Stanley's a dick. And Stella's an idiot. Anybody read Twilight? That's this relationship. Or Jane Eyre. It's just the animal magnestism. (By the way, Twilight and Jane Eyre both suck. A lot. And that's not a vampire joke). Anyway, marriage for sex is stupid. Sex for sex is waaaaay smarter. Casual, noncomittal sex. Cuz that way you can just leave and go have sex with other people.
But I digress.
I typically like stories where I hate all the characters, so I think that's why I liked this. Even Mitch. Freakin' Mitch, you thought he was a decent, stand-up guy (unlike the rest of the animal pack called Stanley's friends), and then he's all like "Well, Blanche, I won't marry you... But let's get it on." Dick.
Also, the last line makes me smile. At the end, Stella and Stanley are back together (so to speak), and the guys are playing poker in the next room. Then, one of the guys at the poker table (I can't remember who) says "This game is called seven card stud," or something to that effect. Seven card stud is a risky variation of poker. So Tennessee is basically saying "Stella and Stanley's relationship is risky and dangerous." Clever, Mr. Williams. Very clever.
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