I read that there are 7 Olivier Award Nominations for A View from the Bridge.
|Eddie, the tragic hero|
I wanted to get a head start with the play tonight. I went to Wiki and when I was through there, I clicked on some other links, each time being just a little bit more fascinated by what I was reading. It seems that Elia Kazan and Arthur Miller collaborated on a script – both of them interested in writing about the waterfront. When they separated, Kazan went off to produce the motion picture, On the Waterfront. Miller kept working on his failed script, The View from the Bridge, refining it until it was a play that audiences wanted to see.
Tonight’s play ended with a death, but the death was less visual. We didn’t see a stabbing as it happens in other versions of this play. But if you saw the play tonight, you will know that in this case seeing less, turned out to be seeing more.
Other bits of trivia that you might not know?
This was the first play in America where there was an actor to actor kiss – not of passion but of violence.
And a number of times I was aware of the immigration theme. This was more than artful. It peeled away the layers until I felt as though I was seeing to the core of the problems of the 1950’s.
And the depth of needing respect? All of the threads converged at the last moments of the play over respect. Painful.
And the power in the incident of Marko raising the chair from a crouching position to over his head. What a wonderful play. I hope Duncan made some money over seeing that film. At the end I was thinking to myself … whoops, I think this play is worse than Medea when it comes to taking complicated themes and laying them bare before the audience.
Just my take on arriving home from the theatre.
PS. More reviews, this time from Liz Hoggard of the Guardian