Sunday, May 11, 2008

Nothing to do with spanking

I've been on a David Mamet kick of late since reading his recent epiphany. I've always been a fan, but I've put in the extra mile this last month, ferreting out his works that aren't top shelf at Blockbusters. I'm pretty sure Mamet is our best living playwright. If others can name his better, please name him or her. If I'm wrong, all it costs me is the pleasure of a play or film made by Mamet's better. I will happily pay on that bet. If I'm right, well, I love being right.

The Winslow Boy is subtle as all Hell, and just as fun. Since all the sinners go to Hell, I assume Hell is a Hayride Riot. In any metaphysical case, I suggest the film. Bring tissues.

PB

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