Summary
Steam, stone, and restless light collide in a ten-minute vertigo: ferries knife through pewter water toward a forest of newborn iron; steam shovels gnaw the shoreline like steel dinosaurs; workers swarm girders as though gravity were hearsay. Whitman’s broken cadences, flung across intertitles, turn Manhattan into a living manuscript—each window a syllable, each bridge span a stanza. The camera tilts skyward until skyscrapers scrape the empyrean, then plummets to asphalt where ankles dodge hacks and horsecarts. Night falls in mercury flares, dawn creeps over the East River like a slow-developing photograph, and the city—half cathedral, half crucible—breathes in celluloid pulses.
Synopsis
This groundbreaking silent documentary captures the beauty and majesty of the New York City in its streets, skyscrapers, bridges, rail yards and harbors.
