Movie Monday...er, Wednesday

So, this weekend I went to my grandmother's house for a movie marathon. Monday, we concluded our event by watching a movie I have always wanted to see: A Streetcar Named Desire.
While I enjoyed this movie, I don't think I could watch it more than once every couple years or so. I thought I might have a heart attack during it. You know from the moment she walks in Miss Fancy-Pants Blanche (Viven Leigh) is no good, but really neither are any of the other characters. Especially Marlon Brando's character, Stanley. Stanley brutally abuses his wife, although it is hard not to feel a little sorry for him. Especially when he screams "STEEEEELLLLLAAA!!" It appears that he doesn't know how to function without her. I guess Stella has some redeeming qualities, but the fact that she chooses to overlook Blanche and Stanley's bad behavior is definitely a character flaw. Blanche lives in her delusional fantasy world, and the whole time I just wanted to scream, "Wake up! That is not how the world is! You are fooling yourself!" The end is kind of a relief. Like most Tennessee Williams' plays, it's not that you don't want characters to have some sort of happy ending, but even more so, you want someone to put these poor people out of their misery. Or maybe that's just me.