This is a movie with the impact of the original stage production of Albee’s Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf. It has a similar form, but is more cruel and unforgiving than Carnal Knowledge. Mamet has written some stuff like this. It contains hardly any nudity and no physical violence, but the MPAA at first slapped it with an NC-17 rating, perhaps in an oblique tribute to its power (on appeal, it got an R). It’s the kind of date movie that makes you want to go home alone.
