Director Benedict
Andrews needs no introduction to Sydney
audiences. Over the past seven years, his productions have garnered
considerable critical and popular acclaim, and not without detractors. Known
for his striking theatricality as much as for his reliance upon certain stock
examples of stagecraft – glass boxes, confetti falling from the ceiling, loud
noises or music, bodily fluids (blood, urine, faeces, vomit, spit) being spread
across the set, gratuitous nudity and/or drug-taking – it has almost become
predicable as to what you’d expect to encounter in a production directed by
Andrews. But in his recent production of Tennessee
Williams’ A Streetcar
Named Desire for London’s Young Vic,
currently screening
in cinemas as part of the National
Theatre Live program, it is the distinct lack of these effects which makes
it such an engrossing and relatively ‘straight’ interpretation of Williams’
play. This Streetcar is visceral,
dangerous, strangely seductive and undeniably compelling.