In 1977, after a decade of drowning his demons, Tennessee Williams finished an autobiographical play he'd started 40 years before. On the page, the play reads a bit like a "Portrait of the Artist as a young-recently-closeted-gay-man.‘ At its center is a young 'writer' living in a New Orleans' boarding house trying to find his voice. Panned as the mutterings of a genius past his prime, Vieux Carré closed after only six performances on Broadway. This is not Williams at his best, and, yet, in the hands of Elizabeth LeCompte and the Wooster Group it becomes a window into the writer's tortured soul and a piece of theater not to be missed...