Synopsis
The man lived by the jungle law of the docks!
A prizefighter-turned-longshoreman with a conscience goes up against labor leaders to expose corruption, extortion, and murder among the union ranks.
Directed by Elia Kazan
A prizefighter-turned-longshoreman with a conscience goes up against labor leaders to expose corruption, extortion, and murder among the union ranks.
Hatoba, 在江边, Die Faust im Nacken, Fronte del porto, Sur les quais, Há Lodo no Cais, В порту, La ley del silencio, De wrede haven, 码头风云, Storstadshamn, Rıhtımlar Üzerinde, A rakparton, Το Λιμάνι της Αγωνίας, V přístavu, חופי הכרך, 워터프론트, У порту, Na nabrzeżach, Pe chei, Alaston satama, Sindicato de Ladrões, На кея, 波止場, Storbyhavnen, 岸上風雲, Nido de ratas, I storbyens havn, در بارانداز, პორტში, La llei del silenci, 碼頭風雲, กรรมกรท่าเรือ, Ostā, Trên Bến Cảng
me to my reflection in the microwave glass as i heat up vegan mac & cheese at two o’clock in the morning: i could’ve had class. i could’ve been a contender. i could’ve been somebody. instead of a bum. which is what i am.
Very powerful. “And what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palookaville.”
My politics are that it’s okay to rat on your union boss if he is corrupt and murderous, but it’s not okay to rat on your former colleagues to the HUAC when you are already an Academy Award-winning director.
Brando's performance really did live up to my expectations. Not only ahead of its time but also capable of surpassing dramatic performances today. I can feel the rage boiling underneath this film which is why I see it staying with me for awhile. The ending felt much more spiritual than I was expecting. Lot of religious metaphors that I couldn't pick up on my first time around but that I look forward to revisiting. I don't really know how I feel about this film other than what I just said. One film closer to getting through that AFI list, though!
I'm doing my absolute best to not compare Brando's looks to....well I'll let you guys guess.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Edit: so this film is a defense of Kazan's speaking to HUAC and it can go fuck itself
It's hard for me to get behind this film, which I read as a call-to-action to cleanse unions of corrupting influences. Watching a film where a man, played with surprisingly quiet passion by Brando, stands up (eventually) to those corrupting influences in risk of his life, his freedom, or his love, watching this knowing that Kazan, perhaps out of spite, perhaps out of cowardice, perhaps both, named names to HUAC, just left me feeling bitter. Reading it instead as a story about rejecting the union entirely would not, of course, make it any better. This is not an atonement; it's just almost…
extremely funny that bitch-ass Kazan snitched on writers for being communists, which cost them their ability to work, then made this pro-union masterpiece defending himself. And Arthur Miller wrote The Crucible as a response to him! If they do another season of Feud it should be Miller / Kazan
marlon brando this, marlon brando that, but eva marie saint absolutely kills it in her first film role
"You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am."
Elia Kazan's ON THE WATERFRONT is a bonafide classic and it still holds up. A powerful morality tale and a blatant look inside a corrupted mob-infested union that rules over the local dock workers.
An absolute masterwork of cinematography by Boris Kaufman. Marlon Brando gives a performance way ahead of it's time, one of the greatest ever.
“On the Waterfront” is the moment that Elia Kazan stood up and exorcised his demons. But one man’s devils are another man’s martyrs. And Kazan, a man by any other name, might also be what another would call a rat.
Kazan, though, did not see himself as a man, or a rat. He saw his cooperative provision of names before HUAC as the act of a hero. Such is the perception and pathos that he carries into the making of “On the Waterfront.”
Marlon Brando is Kazan’s representative image within the film. Here, he plays a dockworker who witnessed a murder by his fellow longshoreman, and must testify as to their guilt, despite union bosses’ persuasive measures to keep him…
Part of Dastardly Difficult December: film nr.39
One of the great American Classics that somehow managed to elude me all this time.
I now fully understand what people mean when they say that acting has a pre-Brando and a post-Brando era. Brando delivers a seminal performance here that shook things up mainly because he showed a natural quality to his acting that wasn't common in those days. He wasn't articulate, was very physical and clearly improvised a lot.
As an adept of the Actors Studio he was a practitioner of Method Acting and if ever there was a definitive example of what that can do to a performance, it is shown in Brando's portrayal of Terry Malloy. In a story…