Saw this first as the incredible NT production starring Sienna Miller. The effect of Skipper’s death, and the question of his relationship with Brick, is such a powerful, gutting reveal. I appreciated this insight re Brick and Skipper from Miller’s stage directions:  
“The bird that I hope to catch in the net of this play is not the solution of one man’s psychological problem […] mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one’s own character to himself.”

The racism and fatphobia did take me out of the moment. But it’s 1955 and the worst people you know are at a family birthday party.