There is a moment near the end of Gillian Anderson’s fine performance as poor, drink-addled Blanche DuBois when she rises from very good to top-rate…
…For much of this 1947 stage classic, Blanche has tried to maintain a front of disintegrating allure and pretense.
To this end, Miss Anderson makes the most of her hooded, bedroomish eyes – at times she could almost be Jerry Hall’s younger, shorter sister.
But finally Blanche realizes that she is going to be taken away for psychiatric care.
In that instant those eyes create a V-frown of crumbling realization – that the game is up, in part, but also that the burden of her fantasy life is about to be lifted…
…Generally, though, an ingenious take powered by four ace performances, with an A star for X-Files’ Anderson.
The Daily Mail, July 2013 (x)