It’s clear from the outset that this production of Arthur Miller’s famous tale is going to invoke some squeamish feelings. Catherine (Stacy Downs) flutters onstage in a clean new skirt and top, the hem just grazing her knees, her stocking-ed calves ending in classic black shoes with a two-inch heel. Her fresh young face smiles as she asks Eddie (Marc Horwitz, also the co-artistic director) what he thinks of her new outfit; his face reveals a mixture of admiration, lust, and worry.

Eddie is Catherine’s uncle, you see, and for all intents her father. He and his wife Beatrice (Katherine Lyons) took her in at a young age when Catherine’s mother—Beatrice’s sister—died. (Her father is never mentioned.) And so she’s been raised by her aunt and uncle, whom she nonetheless addresses by first name. And now that she’s 18, her girlish love for Eddie is creating a confusing turmoil of emotions for everyone involved, including the audience.

Eddie and Catherine’s relationship sits at the eye of a swirling storm of drama. The family lives in a modest apartment in a poor Italian neighborhood in 1950s Brooklyn, where the men work on the docks and the women do their best to keep the coffee fresh and meals hot. Life is even harder in Italy, and undocumented immigrants often seek shelter with relatives in the neighborhood, struggling to evade the knowing eye of Immigration. When we first meet Eddie and his family, they are awaiting the arrival of two of Beatrice’s cousins, whom they’ve never met, and who plan to stay with the family for a few months while they find work and send money home.

As soon as the cousins arrive, what’s coming is clear. Marco (Michael Donlan) is a beefy, kind man with less than perfect English and a wife and three young children back in Italy. The other, his brother Rodolpho (Christopher Kinslow), is lanky, blond, with stars in his eyes—and just about Catherine’s age.

A View From the Bridge, then, is classic Arthur Miller, a story of a working family man and the kinds of drama that surround such a life. And there is a lot of drama in this production.

Catherine, who’s spent much of her life inside Eddie’s home, begins exploring the city with Rodolpho, and soon marriage is on the table. Eddie will have none of it, and grasps at reasons for his protest—that Rodolpho simply wants Catherine for a passport, that “the kid ain’t right” (read: gay)—in an attempt to prevent admitting that his feelings for his niece have become something short of platonic.

By the end of the first half, the tension coats the walls of Eddie’s home, and the only thing left to guess is who will become the victim of the inevitable violence.

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