David Mamet can go fuck himself.
David Mamet is a prolific writer. By that I mean that David Mamet writes a lot of plays and movies. What I do not mean is that David Mamet writes a lot of good plays and movies. In fact, David Mamet's plays and movies uniformly fucking suck.
From what I understand, it is considerably easier to write lots of plays and movies when all of your plays and movies fucking suck. This fact should be printed on David Mamet's business cards.
Every month, when David Mamet releases his latest piece of shit play or movie, one of my asshole friends will say, "Hey! Do you want to go see the new David Mamet?"
My answer: fuck no I do not want to go see the new David Mamet. David Mamet is the worst thing since 9/11. (Ironically, lots of people in New York really like David Mamet. I refer to these people as "jerks," or sometimes "jerkheads.")
David Mamet, who sucks, owes me $17.50. Here is an itemization for that fuckface and his moneygrubbing accountants:
1. $3.50 for Blockbuster rental of Glengarry Glen Ross in 1996
2. $12.00 for one movie ticket to see Red Belt in 2008
3. $2.00 for Fandango fees for the aforementioned Red Belt screening
Please remit payment by mail, you fucking moneystealing vagina.
(Red Belt, by the way, is a lumpy puddle of ejaculate harvested from a red-assed Mongoloid sloth. David Mamet apparently got tired of writing after a few hours, so he just ended the movie without actually resolving anything. Innovative!)
In conclusion, David Mamet can get fucked.
2 comments:
First of all, Glengarry Glen Ross is a great film. I can't argue the Redbelt remark and he does put out some shitty work, but I will always give him a pass because The Spanish Prisoner is a fucking great film.
Your repeated use of the word "film" is super pretentious -- a telling characteristic of a Mamet fan.
Enjoy Speed-the-Plow, jerkhead.
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