'Oh look, we have created enchantment.'

On a random note, I just watched A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) and Marlon Brando... HUBBA HUBBA. Sure, Vivien Leigh was astounding as usual; brilliant acting, a style icon, the regular femme fatale, etc etc.

Words, however, could not describe the way I felt when Brando stood beneath the stairwell with a ripped up white tee and his hands clutching his face, yelling 'Hey, Stella!' in that heart-wrenching voice. Of course, it did not hurt that most of the upper half of his body was exposed during the brief scene.


Melted like goo on the couch, and still feeling the same now. Marlon, why do you make me go all jelloid?