If you have ever visited New Orleans you can no longer read the tram... without listening to the sound that haunted Blanche Du Bois. And it is that the real scenery of the work of Williams is not in the decorations nor in the objects, but in the soul and the secret impulse, visceral, of the characters. New ORLEANS-The south-is the natural space of this story, as much as Blanche breaths the air of Belle Reve in every word or every gesture. In other words, the city is a state of the soul, a condition of being. And Something similar happens when you've seen Elia Kazan ' movie. It can no longer read the tram... that imagining Marlon Brando in his stance of savage or Vivian Leigh with his gaze between naive and perverse.