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Tonight I watched the film version of Streetcar Named Desire. I studied it in two classes and have always enjoyed it, but I fell in love with it this time. It really helps to have a play played and not read.
Plus, Vivian Leigh almost masturbates.
The sound was terribly quiet so I turned it way up and put on subtitles so as tnot to wake the house. I feel sorry for deaf people. The subtitles pretty much raped (heh) the dialogue by taking all the naturalism and little expressions out of it. It reads as pretty dull and boring without all the stuff the subtitlers dubbed extra fluff. You get the plot just fine that way, but you lose so much of the characters and the tone.
The subtitles weren't yellow either. How utterly inferior.
Plus, Vivian Leigh almost masturbates.
The sound was terribly quiet so I turned it way up and put on subtitles so as tnot to wake the house. I feel sorry for deaf people. The subtitles pretty much raped (heh) the dialogue by taking all the naturalism and little expressions out of it. It reads as pretty dull and boring without all the stuff the subtitlers dubbed extra fluff. You get the plot just fine that way, but you lose so much of the characters and the tone.
The subtitles weren't yellow either. How utterly inferior.