Wow, do Mamet’s characters know how to talk! I mean that as both a good quality and a bad. Mamet’s characters are people who find their motives as their mouths move – through declarative sentences, tiny pauses, and instant redirections. His famous plays – including Sexual Perversity in Chicago, American Buffalo, Glengarry Glen Ross, Oleanna, and Boston Marriage – are chock full of curses, fancy words, odd turns of phrases, and pop reference.
Speed-the-Plow is a quick-fire three-person play about Hollywood (a theme he’d revisit in some part in his film Wag the Dog). Bobby Gould is a recently promoted film producer. Charlie Fox is Gould’s friend, confidante, and sometimes protégé and employee. One day, Fox brings to Gould a stellar deal – a big-budget action hero actor will leave another studio to come work for them if they do a prison film. If they pitch it to studio head Richard Ross, there’s bound to be celebration all around – with over-the-title billing for Fox and Gould and big paychecks for everyone involved.
Gould is also assigned a courtesy read by his boss Ross (whom we never see). The courtesy read is of a recent book about radiation, and how it is part of humanity’s continued evolution – an almost impossible concept to film. Gould gives the task to his temporary secretary Karen in hopes that when they discuss it, he can take her to bed. In fact, he is so confident that he can shtupp Karen, he lays a bet with Fox on it.
Karen turns out to be more convincing than either Gould and Fox perceive. She reads the radiation book and loves it, and in being wooed by Gould, woos him to consider producing a movie about it.
Speed-the-Plow (a title that refers to the good work of constant industry) is full of sexual stereotyping, power plays, and egos. It’s also full of words, separated occasionally by commas, overlapping, and ellipses, and even more infrequently, periods.
The problem that I’ve had with early and middle Mamet – and this is middle Mamet (1988) – is the lack of defining character. Actors can find Mamet’s unique speech, but Mamet’s characters on the page are almost always a little bland; they talk like each other. You don’t walk out of the theater clearly remembering any of them unless the actors themselves are phenomenal – Mamet leaves that work entirely to the creative team. Mamet is also famous for lack of writer description of how to deliver the lines – leaving that up to actors and directors, too.
He is certainly a playwright to see performed (i.e.: he is a difficult read, because of the verbosity and lack of finished thoughts). When you see him, it’s hopefully by professional and creative actors and directors – or he sort of sucks. His scripts can come across as only verbose, cruel, and bitter. If actors don’t get his patter – and if they cannot find a way to define their own characters more sharply – the audience is going to suffer. The plot is there just to support the endless talking; one can sense how this would seem horrible stuff in the hands of amateurs. Mamet always attacks naivety, and he always suspects duplicity. His world is not a kind one at all; his comedies are all decidedly dark. His jokes emerge accidentally, and only if the actors know how to play them.
Still, I could see this in the right hands being an enjoyable, riveting night of theater. Maybe not the favorite on anyone’s lists of plays, but certainly worth the price of admission.