The Glass Menagerie. A light, surreal depiction of the frality of a person's dreams. It is a story about a family's goal to do something, anything about their life and strive for a better future. It is a sad tale.

The mother looks after the household when the father, from a telephone company, fell in love with 'long distance' and never came back. She has a son and daughter and strives to see their future sparkle. She desires a happy life and yearns constantly of the life before.

The son is a poet, a dreamer working in a warehouse. He is sarcarstic, cynical, and tempermental. He wants out of this life, out of the house, away from the mother. He wants to pursue his dreams and find adventure.

The daughter lives in a dream. She is crippled in one leg and because of that, feels self-concious and becomes withdrawn and shy. She spends her time doing... nothing, only playing with her glass animals and the jukebox.

The gentleman caller is the man of reality. He accelerates the slow life the family has and changes it forever. He lives in the past as well, but looks to the future.

And now the verdict. Imagine a story that draws you in, making you take in every word and nuance, every single cup and spoon, the story weaves a spell over you and entices you to come closer... come closer... then stops and runs away. That is the glass menagerie. The ending was so disappointing, so abrupt and anticlimax, that if it were a cd/dvd/tape/book, I would throw it. Yes I would.

The acting was marvellous, very real, very believable and thus, very good. The tension that surfaces jarrs in every movement they make, the words they speak. There were plenty of funny moments, orchestrated by the ever-cynical son, with his poetic flair and sarcarstic comments. There were moments of reflection too, heart-wrenching, sorrowful. BUT THE ENDING SUX.
3/5
cause im forgiving.