The Glass Menagerie is a 1987 American drama film directed by Paul Newman. It is a replication of a production of the Tennessee Williams play of the same title that originated at the Williamstown Theatre Festival and then transferred to the Long Wharf Theatre in New Haven, Connecticut.
The film is the fourth adaptation of the Williams play, following a 1950 feature film and television movies made in 1966 and 1973. It was shown at the 1987 Cannes Film Festival and the Toronto International Film Festival before opening in New York City on October 23, 1987.
Introduced by Tom Wingfield as a memory play, it is based on his recollection of his disillusioned and delusional mother Amanda and her shy, crippled daughter Laura. Amanda's husband abandoned the family long ago, and her memory of her days as a genteel Southern belle surrounded by devoted beaux may be more romanticized than real. Tom is an aspiring writer who works in a warehouse to support his family, and the banality and boredom of everyday life leads him to spend most of his spare time watching movies in local cinemas at all hours of the night. Amanda is obsessed with finding a proper "gentleman caller" for Laura, who spends most of her time with her collection of glass animal figurines. To appease his mother, Tom eventually brings Jim O'Connor home for dinner, but complications arise when Laura realizes he is the man she loved in high school and has thought of ever since. He dashes her hopes of a future together when he announces he is engaged. Infuriated, Amanda lashes out at her son for raising his sister's hopes and Tom leaves, never to return to his family.
Do you know the demons that we face
They have arisen from the seeds we've sewn
I wrote these needles bound for your ears
From every delusion they've chambered down
Cause we're here and we've faced it
Here's the hook and it's baited
Was it clear as it faded away from you
We're working hard in the basement all night long
But I'm not sure, what you want to hear!
We learn
So open up your pretty mouths to feed
I'm spilling blood right now
Out of this mind between
Cause I've spent my breath
Exposing every adhesive side
Turned a back on all of my tact and my rhyme
So run it hard against you teeth right now
Cause I doubt you'll come to know it
When we're here and we're gone
As the seeming overpowers
All the truths that we have made
Where's the blood in your heart
When you leave us in shallow graves
... and soon, we will all... MELT DOWN!
This movie's over so come rewind our reel
We're in the basement asking, "what the fuck's the fuss?"
But... we learn
Listen clear, cause my mouth's not the rifle that it used to be
So Listen clear