A View from the Bridge (Continental), like the drama by Arthur Miller from which it is adapted, is a grim and misguided attempt to make Pentelic marble of Brooklyn brick; to find in the moral slime of a slum episode the ink in which to write Greek tragedy as it was written in the golden age. Inevitably, the attempt fails; but the failure is impressive. The film, perhaps even more vividly than the play, demonstrates the Gnostic precept that when the seven deadly sins are counted, there is still one more. Its name is...
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