I never shared the intelligencia's love of Tennesse Williams. His plays always seemed to me to be about martians. Wonder why? Consider Jean Osbourne's synopsis that's printed on the back of the album jacket:
Flora "Cissie" Goforth (Liz) is the richest and loneliest woman in the world. She is also dying, though this she ferociously denies.
Seven times married and widowed, until this summer she had enjoyed her solitude and her lovers on a privately-owned Mediterranean island. here, guarded by a sadistic dwarf, a pack of ferocious hounds and a resident doctor with hypodermic at the ready, Mrs. Goforth rules despotically under her personal standard of a rampant griffin. She fills her days dictating spicy memoirs to long-suffering secretary Blackie.
To this island comes an ageing penniless poet, Chris Flanders (Dick). He is known to the jet set as the Angel of Death, for his habit of turning up just before rich ladies die.
Mrs. Goforth is attracted to Flanders, who reminds her of a past love, but repelled by the Angel of Death legend which is recounted to her by the Witch of Capri (Noël Coward) whom she summons to dinner.
Suspicious of his motives, Mrs. Goforth behaves capriciously to Flanders. Nevertheless she allows him to stay on and ulitmately invites him to bed. The poet in the menatime has had a weird love-affair with her secretary. As much to his surprise as hers, he declines the offer.
Neither Cissie Goforth's money nor jewels save her from the Angel of Death. He is at her bedside when she dies, leaving him alone with Blackie in the cliff-top villa on the Isola Goforth where the weaves go Boom, Boom.
Needless to say, I've never seen this thing. knock wood
