I was truly blessed in my adolescence to get the chance to see Kazan's Streetcar Named Desire at the cinema, an old reel from some dusty warehouse. My favorite probably of Kazan's films with East of Eden. This scene, I had read a lot about it, the sweaty torn shirt of Brando, the sultry passion that oozes from every word and movement, the sexual desire that emanates from the bodies. This scene has stayed with me as a monument of cinema and of the Actor's Studio technique which was a property of Brando.
This scene has been on my mind for days now. Enjoy
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