I don't understand the choices of any of the professionals associated with this production. Brick gave up shortly after Maggie's opening monologue, so there was NO need for the play to continue. Maggie's through line choice was: "I can't be poor again". OK, but to accomplish that goal, THIS Maggie kept trying the same 4 intentions. There are thousands of possible ways to play each line, but the actors chose, instead, to yell at each other as if they were in some cable reality TV show.
What happened to humor? What happened to playing the opposite, just once? What happened to not taking yourself so seriously every second of the play, so we the audience get a little break from all the inherent heart ache.
And why was big Daddy such a lumbering hunk of coarseness without ANY veneer whatsoever?! And his illness... He's a bull elephant in one act and then in 15 minutes, he's practically on death's door?! Maybe it wasn't the cancer, but the cashmere robe? Come on?!
Big Mama's southern accent kept dropping out when she wanted to get everyone's attention. Got mine...
I was thoroughly disappointed... and that's when I could HEAR the actors. Several of the principals sounded as if they were losing their voices. The sound design was annoying and failed the audience - those around me also complained: we could hear the sound effects, but not the actors!
The set was interesting, but whose brilliant idea was it to have a bottle broken on stage and then have actors walk barefoot, without making it clear the glass had been cleared carefully. I know the bottle was a stage prop and not actual glass, but still... I don't understand this.
If we can't see it and hear it, it didn't happen. A third of this play I either couldn't see or hear. And what I could take in, was so strangely unthinking... I couldn't even hear the curtain line or see either actor's face, so I have no idea what choices they made.
BTW I was in row F, orchestra. Should have been great seats with great sound and sight lines.
Epic disappointment.