Tennessee Williams’ drama, while deceptively simple, is notoriously difficult to stage. Or, rather, notoriously difficult to stage well. For a Williams’ play is, above all, a balancing act. To stay true to the playwright’s vision, each production must be rooted in human emotion but elevated by glamour, passion and a dose of fantasy. It is all too easy for a director to get swept away by the poetics or to land, with a dull thud, in the land of stultifying realism. Perhaps in its attempts to reconcile these disparate parts, Rapture Theatre’s production of A Streetcar Named Desire ends up falling short.