'A Streetcar Named Desire'

The physical beauty and sexual magnetism the stars bring to these iconic characters would surely delight Tennessee Williams.

Nicole Ari Parker, Blair Underwood and Daphne Rubin-Vega, the stars of Emily Mann’s striking production of “A Streetcar Named Desire,” offer no subtle psychological insights into Blanche, Stanley and Stella. But the physical beauty and sexual magnetism they bring to these iconic characters would surely delight Tennessee Williams — along with auds who might appreciate some kicks with their culture. The only downside to the production coup of looking good (witness the handsome set, gorgeous lighting, nice costumes, and great sounds) is that much of this bold beauty is only skin deep.

Before the audience even lays eyes on the three principals, Mann prepares the 1950s New Orleans scene for them with a parade of the French Quarter’s exotic gumbo of colorful inhabitants. That tall, high-stepping marcher who carries herself like a queen is the great dancer Carmen de Lavallade, so this revival is already off to a good start.

There’s no privacy on Eugene Lee’s skeletal set of a rickety wooden tenement house and no room to breathe in Stanley and Stella’s stultifying apartment. Lighting designer Edward Pierce brightens this drab scene with color washes in jazzy shades of blue and rose, Mark Bennett heats it up with a pulsing soundscape of street music, and Grammy guy Terence Blanchard has supplied the kind of music that makes you sweat.

Thus prepped, the audience can truly appreciate, as Williams did, the sultry, hot-breathed beauty of this seductive city.

When Blanche DuBois (Parker) arrives on this scene she can’t see past the dirt and poverty. Having buried the last of her family and lost their ancestral estate, this fragile flower of Southern womanhood thinks she’s found refuge with her earthier (and mentally sturdier) younger sister, Stella (Rubin-Vega). Unfortunately for her, Stella’s crude and vulgar (but incredibly sexy) husband, Stanley (Underwood), sees right through the fantasies she’s constructed of her life.

Tall, shapely, and drop-dead gorgeous, Parker is nothing like the Blanche traditionally played as a physically delicate and emotionally damaged woman teetering on the edge of madness. The aura of health and vigor that Parker projects gives the lie to Blanche’s helplessness, and her flirtatious efforts to charm her brother-in-law and his lowlife friends show more shrewd calculation than panicked desperation.

While this robust performance diminishes Blanche’s vulnerability, the unexpected strength and determination that Parker finds in her character makes Blanche’s brutal rape more sadistic — and her mental breakdown more unnerving for a modern audience.

Mann’s blunt staging of the rape scene blows away another conventional view of the play; namely, that refined Blanche and barbaric Stanley are two sides of the sexual coin, involving Blanche as a semi-complicit partner in her own rape. In this production, rape means rape.

Far from throwing the sexual dynamic of the play out of joint, Mann’s color-casting brings it into sharper relief. In a mainly black cast, Stanley’s sneering reference to ladylike Blanche’s “lily-white fingers” is a grave insult, if not as nasty as Blanche’s constant putdowns of Stanley (“There’s something downright bestial about him”) and his dark-skinned, working-class friends. The color-sensitive casting also makes Mitch’s abject adoration of Blanche all the more touching in the scenes beautifully underplayed by Wood Harris (“The Wire”) and Parker.

To his credit, Underwood sticks to the program and turns in a physically powerful performance, playing Stanley as the brute “animal” Blanche calls him, with no hint of the wounded little boy that Stella sees. The violence of his lovemaking may suit his little hot-pot of a wife (especially in Robin-Vega’s lusty perf), but when he socks her in the jaw, it’s no love tap.

As good as it looks, the visceral production style does come at the cost of psychological subtlety. Lacking that dimension, it’s tough to believe Stanley’s claim to Blanche — and to the audience — that “we’ve had this date from the beginning.”

A Streetcar Named Desire

Broadhurst Theater; 1,100 seats; $199 top

Production

A presentation by Stephen C. Byrd, Alia M. Jones, Anthony Lacavera, BET Networks, Henry G. Jarecki, Simon Says Entertainment, and Dancap Productions, in association with Linda Davila, Patricia & Thomas Bransford, and Theater Venture, Inc., by special arrangement with the University of the South, of a play in two acts by Tennessee Williams. Daryl Roth, Randolph Sturrup, Walter White, Linden Rhoads, Paulette Martin-Carter, Ellen Krass, Jacquie Lee, Antony Detre, Keisha & Troy Dixon, Renee Hunter, Stephen Johnson, Consortium Ventures, Socrates Marquez, Stephen Valentine, George Williams, Jessica Isaacs, and William Nettles, associates. Directed by Emily Mann. Set, Eugene Lee; costumes, Paul Tazewell; lighting, Edward Pierce; sound, Mark Bennett; music, Terence Blanchard; fight direction, Rick Sordelet; vocal & dialect coach, Beth McGuire; hair & wigs, Charles G. La Pointe; production stage manager, Lloyd Davis, Jr. Opened April 22, 2012. Reviewed April 18. Running time: 2 HOURS, 40 MIN.

Cast

Stella - Daphne Rubin-Vega
Eunice - Amelia Campbell
Stanley - Blair Underwood
Harold Mitchell - Wood Harris
Blanche - Nicole Ari Parker
Steve - Matthew Saldivar
Pablo - Jacinto Taras Riddick
With: Carmen de Lavallade, Count Stovall, Aaron Clifton Moten, Rosa Angelina Arredondo.

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