Riedel's not wrong. I met several people this afternoon who were trying to obtain refunds.
I attended with my family, all much bigger Pacino fans than I. They were very excited and left very dismayed and disappointed. I left at intermission and waited for them. Between Mamet's nonexistent play and Pacino's lack of a performance, I was insulted, angry and outraged. If I didn't leave, I probably would've wound up mouthing off to a very "despondent" Pam McKinnon at the back of the house. I feel sorry for her. Until I realize that she should've read the play before signing the contract.
Mamet's first act is a endless loop of the same 5-minute conversation. Mickey bought a plane. He flew it to Canada to avoid U.S. taxes. It had to land in the U.S. for mechanical problems. Now he has to pay 5 million in taxes. Also, he's got some young, golddigger fiance in a hotel somewhere. That's about it. And poor Christopher Denham tries desperately to play a scene as he listens to THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AND OVER.
This is a joke. And frankly, such an embarrassment that I imagine it'll be quite a sore spot on Pacino's "legacy". Mamet's too.
Save your money. Sell your tickets if you have them. Spare yourself the torture. And don't throw YOUR hard-earned money to these money-hungry, greedy producers.
"I know now that theatre saved my life." - Susan Stroman