Jeff Smith 12:01 p.m., March 29
"I'm a whore and I'm proud of it," boasts Bobby Gould, "but I'm a secure whore." Gould will pay for that bargain-basement hubris in David Mamet's scathing critique of commercial Hollywood. After years in the cubicles, Gould is now head of production and must make a choice: green-light the prison-buddy moneymaker or the "artsy" novel about radiation saving the world. The choice reveals Gould's soul, or lack thereof. Although the Ion Theatre's opening night had yet to internalize Mamet's precise/impressionistic dialogue completely, the cast showed every sign they will. Claudio Raygoza (especially when leaning humpbacked on the desk) adds Richard Nixon notes to his stark portrayal of Gould, the promoted-promoter. Though a little too harried in her early scenes, Sara Beth Morgan nicely unveils the motives behind Karen's "naivete." And as Charlie Fox, Gould's stooge for eleven years, Matt Scott does some of his best work. Almost every word combines kiss-up fawning with four-alarm rage.
Worth a try.
When: Ongoing until Saturday, September 26, 2009
- Thursdays, 8pm
- Fridays, 8pm
- Saturdays, 6:30pm & 9pm