MartinHafer
"Six Bridges to Cross" is an entertaining crime film, but I have to tell you up front that it didn't always make sense...especially at the end of the film...and that's a bad place for the picture to let down the audience.The film begins with a young punk (Sal Mineo) getting shot by a cop after a break-in. Everyone says that 'the kid will never be able to father any kids'--meaning he must have blown his testicles off with the bullet. But this doesn't make sense for many reasons. First, the kid, Jerry Florea, becomes good friends with the cop who shot him. If someone shot off my testicles, I don't think friendship is something I would seek...even if it was my fault. Also, later in the film the guy is arrested for statutory rape. Am I missing something?!?!Regardless of how illogical the beginning is, years pass and Tony Curtis now plays the older Florea. He and the cop have a strained relationship. Although they've been friends, Florea has not stayed out of crime and now they meet mostly because Florea is a stoolie and the cop's career is blossoming because of all the crimes he solves because Florea has a big mouth. Even this sort of relationship sours over time, as Florea goes in and out of jail his whole life. By the end of the film, the cop is certain that Florea is behind a huge 2.5 million dollar heist...and how Florea comes to take responsibility for the crime is 100% unbelievable in light of the fact that he's a scum- bag.The acting is fine, the script interesting, the script...uneven. Overall, a time passer that SHOULD have and COULD have been a lot better. The ending is very frustrating.
Robert J. Maxwell
"Six Bridges To Cross" is not only the title but the lush theme song sung by Sammy Davis, Jr. "Six bridges to cross; which one is the right one?; I open my heart and I pray; six bridges to cross; let me cross the bridge that leads to you"... (insert sound of snoring).The six bridges are those that link the city of Boston with the surrounding area. One of them unquestionably leads to L'Espalier but all of them lead somewhere. It's 1933 in Boston, in the depths of the Great Depression, and the road taken by gang leader Sal Mineo and his half-dozen hoods leads to mischief, burglary, flirting with girls, smoking, and a bullet in the Mineo's family jewels. Mineo is a forgiving kid, though, and the officer who shot him, George Nader, feels a bit guilty and visits Mineo in the hospital. They chat comfortably.It's clear from the beginning that the production was handled a little carelessly. Sal Mineo and Tony Curtis were at the height of their popularity but all of the kids, and the adults too, wear the ducktail haircuts of the 1950s or otherwise betray the time frame. I've never understood why more attention wasn't paid to wardrobe and dialog in stories set in the past. By the time the story reaches the war years, the women's wardrobe is straight out of 1955. It doesn't take that much effort, and to ignore the demands of historical reality is not just an offense to the viewer but a constant reminder that what he's watching is only a movie. I mean, for instance, when Nader chides Mineo for stealing and Mineo replies, "Don't knock it," doesn't it occur to the writers that the phrase is anachronistic. Haven't they watched any movies made in 1936?I've always rather liked George Nader. His performances are unspectacular but reliable, and he's always on the side of the angels. Alas, he's been given a hair style that makes him resemble Dick Tracy's nemesis Flat Top. I could never understand Sal Mineo's popularity. I tend to squirm with embarrassment when he's on screen. Nader's wife is played by Julie Adams. Her features are oddly arranged but the gestalt is very appealing. She was unforgettable in a white bathing suit in "The Creature From the Black Lagoon." The Gill Man kidnapped her and carried her to his lair. I always wondered what was going through his mind. I have the same problem with King Kong and Fay Wray. Part of the film was shot on location in Boston and environs. It's not easy to shoot a period film in a modern city, so what we see of Boston is limited to rooftops and other settings that don't reflect the mid-century.Anyway a few years pass and Mineo has grown up into Tony Curtis, who was at his handsomest, cockiest, and most winning. He rarely stops grinning but when he does he handles the scene well. It began to remind me a bit of Paul Newman's "Somebody Up There Likes Me," except that Newman's Pythias had no Damon. Nader gets out of the Army and Curtis gets out of the slams. Both succeed in their work -- Nader becomes a lieutenant of detectives and Curtis becomes a rich racketeer -- but the relationship continues, not really friendly anymore, but business-like, with Curtis snitching only when it's to his benefit. No change in personalities though. Nader remains the bland conformist and Curtis the glib and cheeky ex delinquent. I couldn't help noticing how much Curtis's talents had developed between this film, in 1955, and "The Boston Strangler" in 1968. Here, he's just okay. As the strangler he was superb, and even used a convincing regional accent.To everyone's surprise, Curtis decides to straighten up and fly right. He even convinces Nader. He ditches his rackets and opens a string of gas stations, spends most of his "cabbage" to get a pardon, and marries the widow of an old friend. Curtis' wife brings nothing to the party but her acting-class delivery might just reflect the movie's pedestrian direction. At this point, a priest and three young kids enter the plot. The priest is okay, as movie priests go, but the cute little kids are revolting. Then a multi-million dollar heist is pulled off in a style similar to Curtis'. True, Curtis and his new wife were having dinner at Nader's house at the time of the robbery, but the crime has his signature. The Feds find a reason to deport Curtis, an immigrant's son and a non-citizen, and this leads to a climactic shoot out.It's not a stupid movie by any means and the plot has real potential -- a law enforcement officer and his snitch become friends. It was neatly handled in "Report to the Commissioner." It's hampered here by direction that's almost mechanical in nature and by a couple of unimpressive performances. It's too bad because a lot of promise was wasted.
bkoganbing
Examing some of Tony Curtis's early starring work I've noticed that while seeing him costume dramas and swashbucklers has to be taken with a grain of salt, his work in modern setting films is very good. A really fine example is this film Six Bridges To Cross where Tony plays a young hood who forms a curious symbiotic relationship with a cop that shot him.The cop is young patrolman George Nader who spots Sal Mineo leaving with his gang of youths from a warehouse robbery. After Mineo refuses to halt Nader shoots and wounds him. The shot went to the source of life and leaves him sterile. Mineo and later Curtis have a certain charm to the character they play and he holds no grudges against Nader. In fact Nader tries to give Curtis every kind of break he can, but Curtis is an incorrigible criminal who is convinced he's smarter than most of the world.Later on Curtis pulls a huge payroll robbery based on the Brinks case in Boston and Nader's relationship with Curtis is called into question. Which only resolves Nader to nail him once and for all.Curtis is perfectly cast in this urban drama, his city diction and manner are suited perfectly for this role. Nader plays the earnest young cop who is caught between trying to give a man he permanently maimed a break and his duty as a police officer. Julia Adams gives good support to Nader as his wife and sympathetic understanding to Curtis.Though he has a small role Don Keefer has some great moments as a real weasel of a prosecutor trying to make a career for himself by making out that Nader is corrupt. He's someone you'll love to hate.Six Bridges To Cross is a wonderful urban drama and perfectly suited for Tony Curtis.
