There is a terrible inevitability about A View From The Bridge.
From the very first moment the audience knows something bad is going to happen. What it is, and how it unfolds, is down to the genius of writer Arthur Miller, to director Sarah Frankcom and, for my money at least, to Con O'Neill. He gives a captivating performance as Eddie Carbone, the uncle driven by improper passion.
It is very much an adult play. Not that there is anything explicit on stage, but much is implied. Yes, it is about love, honour and justice in the docks of 1950s New York. But, more darkly, it is also about incest, forbidden lust, an unfulfilled marriage and an appalling betrayal.
A View From The Bridge was written after The Crucible, probably Miller's best–known work, in the mid-'50s, a period in which he was witch-hunted by McCarthy's anti-communists and left his wife to marry Marilyn Monroe.
