Yet there remain some memories and impressions I know we’d both like to share—on a few stage performances, memorable in various ways, so how about one more roundup?

Katharine Hepburn is better than I remembered, including making a reasonable attempt at a Southern accent. And, of course, there is distinctive star quality to burn, as well as interpretive intelligence.

Shirley Booth‘s Amanda reminds us again of her astonishing range, and truly unique (yes, a word I hate, but I mean it here) ability to mix heartbreak and humor in the same breath.

More than any actor I’ve seen on stage or screen, John Malkovich communicates the essential ambiguity of the character.

The 1950 movie seems intent to turn the story into a screen romance, eliding or ignoring the play’s mournful tenor.