Edmond

Under whelmed. Clapboard cardboard cutouts of mean, small and stupid stick men and stick women. You will recognize the basic Taxi Driver theme, but of lower caliber. You will recognize William playing his usual character and to some degree, he does do it best in Edmond. Perhaps now, he will feel free to move on to explore other dimensions of human behavior. And I feel it an ignominy; I want to admire Mr. Macy’s work, I really do. I am sorry. And I am sorry for Julia, too. Julia! How do you live with playing such a shallow and false character? Ah well,.. in some ways, it beats my job, for sure. And I certainly am akin with inconsistency and ambiguity. However, in my life, there is at least a rawness that is authentic. It is not the script that is flawed but me. And that I can live with. Because that is what life is about, no matter how you slice it; half full or half empty. That, I would have liked to see; “flawed lives” if you will, though that’s an awfully cynical and rigid way of seeing things. But sure, show me torment, show me internal tumult. Show me maelstrom. But please, don’t swindle my senses and intellect by slapping my face with shock schlock. And in addition, please don’t parade the usual and boring strip joint tits ‘n ass across the screen. I did not read Mr. Mamet’s play, which I believe I ought to because I am curious; was Edmond loosely based on his play or is this really what the playwright wanted to say? I can’t imagine. If so,.. what a shame..