Jeremy McCarter of Newsweek, writing about the Mamet shows currently on Broadway, thinks all the actors fail at grasping the balance of Mamet's dialog, his "word-music", with one shining exception:
"Why, then, does the show thrive? Listen closely to Raul Esparza. The young star of musical theater all but sings the role of the craven producer, flickering from deadpan comic understatement to high, excited shrieks. He brings to Mametspeak the verbal flair you'd expect from an actor who spent the past two years slaloming through the rhythms of Sondheim and Pinter."
He goes on to say:
"This isn't to say that song-and-dance men alone can be trusted with these roles. But it can't be a coincidence that the only Mamet performances in the same league as Esparza's lately were by actors famous for their skill with heightened language: Liev Schreiber, who paused on the route from Henry V to Macbeth to play a salesman in "Glengarry Glen Ross," and Chiwetel Ejiofor, who brought to the film "Redbelt" the gifts that led London critics to call him an Othello for the ages. With this Shakespearean pedigree in mind, the producers of the next Mamet revival may want to apply a more exacting standard during casting, one offered by another writer-director with strong opinions about the actor's craft: "Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you," says Hamlet, "trippingly on the tongue.""
Mamet, the right way
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