My most favoritest play

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, by Tennessee Williams contains any flavor of human being you could find in history. When I watch, I see everyone I’ve ever met in each of the characters. The characters are Everymen/women, but their caricatures are multi-faceted and complicated instead of simplified or made more dull.

The rising action and climax slide in so subtly that the shit hits the fan right before the audience believes the story will never get traction underneath it. The characters’ objectives take a while to develop and collide, but the slow speed of the accumulating pressure makes the inevitable explosion so much more jarring and gripping.



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