The 'Dawn of Creation' garden

The old show-me-don't-tell-me conflict arises again; the problem with filming Williams's text is that what he takes pages to describe, a well-chosen image can show in moments. Viz. the final procession of cannibal boys with their impromptu instruments fashioned from the debris of automobiles, not to mention turtle shells (a knowing metatextual wink)... and at the same time Taylor is describing what we are already seeing. Except that the image is more powerful, her delivery is shrill (which she herself admitted), and most egregiously what she's describing is not-quite what we are seeing. Image and text collide, and both suffer. Williams writes beautiful poetry but by god he can be prolix. The other instance of clumsy realising of text is in the early scene in the Venables garden (so freighted with metaphorical burdens it overwhelms poor Hepburn and Clift); what looks like a giant lily is growing in the middle of the horticultural extravaganza - perhaps a Rafflesia Arnoldii, or "Stinking Corpse Lily", to carry the metaphor home? - but I doubt it would survive in a Louisiana garden. More unfortuante is the "Venus Fly Trap" Mrs Venables feeds. The problem is that it isn't. A Venus Fly Trap, that is. It's a Pitcher Plant (albeit a clumsily- constructed prop), which carries no metaphorical value and undermines the (all too long) dissertation Hepburn is trying to give on the subject of Cruel Creation and its Savage God.