“Waterloo Bridge by James Whale, different from the better known heart-rending version by Metro Goldwyn Mayer with Robert Taylor and Vivien Leigh, a decade later, is a little big film. The story of Myra, the small-time London prostitute living a desperate love affair with an American officer, tragically ending on Waterloo Bridge, is told with both realistic and enchanted delicacy of expression, showing how the director, when dealing with a tenderly romantic story, can easily avoid the trap of mawkishness, and bring to life in moving images an episode that Sherwood confesses having thought for the stage, after having it lived personally”.

(Vittorio Martinelli, James Whale, non solo Frankenstein, Immagine, n. 13, 1989-90)