Treat Williams did Streetcar Named Desire in 1984 with Ann Margaret. I watched a little. And I recently saw Cat On A Hot Tin Roof. Tennessee Williams: claustrophobia and histrionics.
Speaking of which, I unfortunately caught some of RuPaul's Drag Race on LOGO. Histrionics, sadism, narcissism, gender dysphoria. And repetition. God, drag queens are boring. Vulgarity, trash, spite, catch phrases. Remember Priscilla, Queen of the Desert? Ya seen one, ya seen em all.
At the gym recently they played The Misfits. Last flick for Marilyn Monroe and Clark Gable. That movie disturbs me. Gable is playing a washed out cowboy who is struggling to make his living. Monroe's character, histrionic --my word for the day-- and diseased in character, manipulates him by her cheap sentimentality into giving up his tough way of life to please her. On a bad day, this 1961 film presages the collapse of the culture into the man-hating cult of feminine and eco victimhood that dogs us to this day.