Upon reading some of the comments
in the discussion forum, I found myself
wondering why people spewed such vile words against Blanche. Of course, Blanche lived in her fantasy of a
life where she was the young debutante with a line of suitors waiting to marry
her, and her affair with a student is ostentatious
to say the least, but I can’t help but feel the loss within her tainted soul
that caused her to become a woman afraid of aging.
If someone has never lost a
significant person in their lives, and felt the empty cold grasp on their
shoulder with every memory, they can’t understand Blanche. She is not a
character who created cruel choices, but the reaction of desperate
circumstances. Simply, death changes you. Seeing someone who you once talked
to, cared for, and love become a breathless corpse alters the characteristics
you would have had if you never saw it. I am not talking about going to a
funeral, but seeing the “soul” leave the body, as it were. Physically watching
that, or even watching someone come to the brink of it, changes your
perspective on life. Maybe I have sympathy for the devil, or maybe I have seen
more than I care to admit, but try watching this clip again until you feel her hollow
heart reaching for some sort of comfort to fill an inescapable void.
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