I asked him, could you give me an idea of the theme of the play? And he said, well, I think it’s a plea for the understanding of the delicate people. And I think it's also a plea to understand him. —Kim Hunter, A Streetcar Named Desire

[ languid southern drawl ] All the material comes from the back of my head and right through my fingers onto the electric portable. —Tennessee Williams

The story of Vincent and Theo, no matter how subjectively portrayed in any given movie, is one of my favorite brother stories. The astute businessman with an unwavering belief in his monomaniacally passionate brother, in the face of a skeptical public that purchased exactly one painting during his lifetime, is a deeply moving one. I plan on reading their collected letters this year and immersing myself in Vincent’s paintings along the way. That said, my favorite internally combusting Vincent portrayal is Tim Roth in Altman’s Vincent & Theo, followed by Kirk Douglas in Minnelli’s Lust For Life.

Maude embraced life then embraced death.
Harold embraced death then embraced life.

Terrific short. Humanity drowning in a colorful candy nightmare of advertising. The scary thing is, it's fun being there.