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Until you came along

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McBean, Angus, 1904-1990. Photographs of Vivien Leigh.

MS Thr 581

Harvard Theatre Collection, Houghton Library, Harvard University

Read more about photographer Angus McBean and his “love affair in camera” with actress Vivien Leigh on the Houghton Library Blog.

[lasirena27]

oh look, we’ve made enchantment!

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Marlon Brando in the Broadway Production of A Streetcar Named Desire

[atousak]

Broadway premiere of A Streetcar Named Desire (December 3, 1947)

“What Williams has set up in Streetcar is a triangle in which, most basically, Stanley and Blanche are competing for Stella’s soul. Blanche can, and does, articulate a vision of a coherent, comprehensible—and, alas, lost—world that has been crushed by the forces Stanley symbolizes. The reason the play goes on working, revival after revival, is that the conflict between Stanley and Blanche is primal: vulgarity versus tradition, brutality versus gentility, lust versus repression, immediate need vs. romantic loss. We are talking here about one of the most fundamental cultural conflicts of our times—possibly of all times.”

Richard Schickel

[inthedarktrees]

Vivien Leigh | A Streetcar Named Desire

[inthedarktrees]

Vivien Leigh | A Streetcar Named Desire

[mydivasfan]

On the photo Vivien Leigh by Angus McBean Harvard Collection1937-1938

[chewbacca]

Behind the scenes of Star Wars: Episode IV — A New Hope (1977)

[niggazinmoscow]

the best alternate ending

[onehatmadder]

How dare you?

You are not fit to be at this school, madam. You ought to be in prison. In the deepest, dankest, darkest prison. I shall have you wheeled out, strapped to a trolley with a muzzle over your mouth. I shall crush you. I shall pound you. I shall dissect you, madam. I shall strap you to a table and perform experiments on you. I shall feed you to the termites and then I shall smash the termites into tiny fragments and then I shall grind the tiny fragments into dust and I shall take that dust and feed it to the blood worms and the blood worms I shall feed to birds, and the birds I will release into the air and then shoot them down with my twelve bar shotgun and so on, and so on, ad infinitum, madam. Ad infinitum. Your father is a crook and so are you. Last night I was driving home in that monstrosity he sold me and the engine fell out, what do you say to that? You can say nothing and there is nothing you can say because you are genetically predisposed to evil and you must be destroyed before you can be allowed to grow one centimetre taller than you currently are, do you hear? vomit, puke, snotstain, are you listening? All of these disgusting little slugs shall suffer the most appalling  indignities because of you, yes you! I shall rip the rebellion out of this class and devour it whole. I shall hang each and every one of you upside down by your ankles until all of your bodily liquids drain out through your noses and into jars, yes jars! which I shall then send to your parents with your school reports upon which I shall write “could do better!” Miss Honey has allowed her weakness and filth to permeate through this miserable collection of excuses for children and you, madam, standing there before me like the squit of squits, are its beating heart! You are the axis of evil, you are the nexus of necrosis, you are a rotting lump of pure wrong. You are the dark heart of all that is unholy in this land, a black hole of wrong-headedness from which no light, no strength, no discipline can escape! But I am a match for you, madam. In me, you have met the avenger. The spirit of all that is right, and I tell you that there is nothing I shall not do, no length to which I shall not go, no punishment I shall not inflict, no ear I shall not stretch, no fingers I shall not snap back to defeat you! Yes, I defeat you, in exultation, do you hear? Are you listening? Are you listening madam?!

[thinly-sliced-human-hands]

WHY “MATILDA THE MUSICAL” IS OBJECTIVELY THE BEST THING

The music is written by the wonderful Tim Minchin, who’s probably one of the best musical comedians out there and all the music is perfect.

Edna Trunchbull is a drag role like how awesome was that desicion and it’s perfect

They do all the stunts you see in the movie. A girl gets twirled around by her hair. ONSTAGE.

Musical styles ranging from toe-tapping jazz to rock/soul to Latin to CIRCUS MUSIC

Bruce Bogtrotter gets his OWN MUSICAL NUMBER ABOUT EATING CAKE. If you thought the scene in the movie with the cake was the shit you haven’t seen anything yet.

The whole thing tears down this idea that all children are perfect and special (like so many hear from their parents) and replaces it with giving children the authority to do the right thing even when it means breaking the rules.

You have ever see a collection of children so disciplined and hard-working in your life like these children have this shit DOWN.

The curtain call is it’s own musical number in itself with choreography all done on FUCKING SCOOTERS

Speaking of choreography there’s another musical number done on a SWINGSET. Legitimate swings. And it’s perfect.

It can go from awesome and happy and campy to fucking creepy-ass shit in seconds flat.

The entire set is big letter tiles. They essentially made the set out of enormous SCRABBLE TILES.

Miss Honey has her own story arc about adulting. I’m not even lying

When the composer Tim Minchin’s daughter asked him why Matilda got to be naughty and she didn’t he responded “Well Matilda has very bad parents and she’s very bright, whereas you have very good parents and you’re a bit dim.” THAT’S THE KIND OF HUMOR THAT GOES INTO EVERY MUSICAL NUMBER IN THIS BITCH.

The kids are literally the most empowering little twerps. You leave the show feeling like you CAN do the thing.

There’s a scene where they secretly feed you the entire alphabet and it’s the cleverest thing ever when they reveal what they’ve done like “how did you slip that by me?”

You know the thing where things happen during the intermission? Well things happen during the intermission.

Matilda has a soliloquy (in song of course) about what it’s like to be as smart as her at such a young age and it gives her more character than the cheery little Mary-Sue in the movie.

Speaking of the movie, Mr. Wormwood is NOT played by Danny DiVito, which is reason enough to watch it.

The characters are so real and fleshed out I mean even minor characters like Amanda Thripp feel like they actually take up space and exist instead of being there for the sake of simply existing.

It’s musically simple enough to want to sing along to everything but complex enough that you never feel like you’re listening to the same thing all the time.

Just watch it it’s the best thing since Into the Woods.

[sopranopirouette]

So yeah today was rather sad for us Revolting Children. And I could easily go into a completely well-reasoned explanation as to why I believe Matilda should have won. But instead I will give you this word of caution.

If you live in a dorm with a community bathroom do not - I repeat DO NOT - listen to When I Grow Up (Reprise) from the OLC while in the shower because if you do the secret track of Miss Trunchbull’s monologue will come on, catching you completely unawares and absolutely terrifying the other people who live on your floor.

That thing is SCARY. You have been warned.

[almaviva90]

So I’m watching the latest episode of Happy Valley and discover that one of Catherine Cawood’s nicknames among her police colleagues is Miss Trunchbull.

Literally can’t stop chuckling at the idea. Especially when I’m now imagining her singing “The Smell of Rebellion” in a Yorkshire accent and calling every criminal she comes across a maggot.

[almaviva90]

Personally I prefer the London cast recording of Matilda over the Broadway one, but I am always in awe whenever I see this.

[differenzeartistiche]

Can we talk about Bertie Carvel’s hidden acting clip after the last song on the cast album can we please.

Ad infinitum, madam. AD INFINITUM.