I caught this tonight and my thoughts pretty much echo what everyone else said. It's a really, really interesting premise but...that's really about it. Everything that happened in this show could and should have been one thirty minute scene in a larger, more fleshed out play. I usually enjoy Mamet's plays (though his recent works have ranged from uninspired to just flat out bad) but this ranks close to the bottom of his catalogue. All I kept thinking was "who the hell speaks like this...?" He seems to use big words just for the sake of using big words and his verbiage is so over-wrought and too flashy for its own good. If he made the language in the show more concise, then maybe he could have spent more time developing the themes, characters, relationship, and general "plot." Jordan hit the nail on the head when he said this plays like a high school playwriting class project.
LuPone is very solid, at times almost mesmerizing in a part that is so wildly underdeveloped. But Winger seems to be phoning it in and in over her head. She stumbled on her lines and the one or two times she stepped out of her monotone line delivery to put any sort of urgency or power behind her line readings, she was almost embarrassingly bad.
It was one of those shows that you forget you saw as you're watching it. It practically evaporates before your eyes.
I saw DEAD ACCOUNTS this weekend as well and have decided someone needs to have an intervention with Mamet and Rebeck. They both seem to come out with at least one (bad) new show a season instead of taking the time to develop and polish one piece, so that it's actually ... good and worthy of being produced on Broadway. Granted, Mamet is infinitely more talented than Rebeck, but I digress.
Updated On: 12/11/12 at 11:11 PM