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Interview with Marlon Brando
Conducted by James Grissom
When we die--some people say--we see a light at the end of a tunnel, and the tunnel, I guess, is the life we've led, or the memory of the life we led. A lot of people I've read have gone on about this tunnel. It may be our take on the life we lead, our judgment, and then we get to the light at the end, which I guess is God or St. Peter or some holy accountant about to do a cruel inventory or a benign summing up of what our lives really were.
I think we all walk this tunnel daily, and we look at the life and the people in it, and we think or hope we're doing our best, and at the end is the reward or the judgment or the peace.
Someone like Stanley looks down a tunnel every once in a while--nothing daily; he is not that sensitive or introspective--and there is no light. No one waits for Stanley, unless they've seen him without a shirt or were alone at the bar at closing time. He fulfills immediate and base needs: He can f*** a woman or feed a woman or tell her what to do, and she can feel better, if she's shaky, that this symbol of masculinity seeks to control her.
But the muscles are going to turn to fat, and the all the exteriors are going to fade, and I imagined that Stanley would end up like my mother--and so many other parents--who had no light or lost the light or gave up on the walk of the tunnel--and just became embalmed in anger or alcohol. Pickled in hate.
Blanche brings some light into his life. She knows things, and she knows about Stanley. This is frightening, but it's also seductive: Someone gets him, is on to him, and needs him. This is a holy trinity, but it causes the light at the end of that dark tunnel to flicker, to lead him somewhere, and he sees what he is, what he's built to be, and he doesn't want the truth. No one wants the truth, not just the people in that play. So he kills the light. Blanche only softens the light with a covering--to dilute the truth. But Stanley takes that flickering light and he extinguishes it, kills it, and can go on, can live.This bonds him with a lot of people.
Conducted by James Grissom
When we die--some people say--we see a light at the end of a tunnel, and the tunnel, I guess, is the life we've led, or the memory of the life we led. A lot of people I've read have gone on about this tunnel. It may be our take on the life we lead, our judgment, and then we get to the light at the end, which I guess is God or St. Peter or some holy accountant about to do a cruel inventory or a benign summing up of what our lives really were.
I think we all walk this tunnel daily, and we look at the life and the people in it, and we think or hope we're doing our best, and at the end is the reward or the judgment or the peace.
Someone like Stanley looks down a tunnel every once in a while--nothing daily; he is not that sensitive or introspective--and there is no light. No one waits for Stanley, unless they've seen him without a shirt or were alone at the bar at closing time. He fulfills immediate and base needs: He can f*** a woman or feed a woman or tell her what to do, and she can feel better, if she's shaky, that this symbol of masculinity seeks to control her.
But the muscles are going to turn to fat, and the all the exteriors are going to fade, and I imagined that Stanley would end up like my mother--and so many other parents--who had no light or lost the light or gave up on the walk of the tunnel--and just became embalmed in anger or alcohol. Pickled in hate.
Blanche brings some light into his life. She knows things, and she knows about Stanley. This is frightening, but it's also seductive: Someone gets him, is on to him, and needs him. This is a holy trinity, but it causes the light at the end of that dark tunnel to flicker, to lead him somewhere, and he sees what he is, what he's built to be, and he doesn't want the truth. No one wants the truth, not just the people in that play. So he kills the light. Blanche only softens the light with a covering--to dilute the truth. But Stanley takes that flickering light and he extinguishes it, kills it, and can go on, can live.This bonds him with a lot of people.