I can never quite decide whether I like David Mamet or not. His films I mean.
I guess I admire him as an outstanding and very unique film maker,
writer, producer and director. Hugely talented, daring, provocative,
contrary, often sarcastic, even demolishing; but always unmistakably
original, in all his direction and his writing. Before I see each of his
film, I often wonder whether I was going to like it. Sometimes,
afterwards, I decided I didn't. But the very next time a new film of his
came on show, I would be itching to go and see it. Now isn't that
strange?
It seems that once you have been introduced to the world of this exceptional and occasionally disturbing man, once you have experienced the magic he creates, be it in his book or his films, earthly or divine, you can't help but eternally following his trail. Like an addiction. No matter if the path leads to fulfilling and exciting adventures, or weird and perturbing nightmares. In either case it's never dull or aseptic. The ultimate power of one human being over another.
I have long learned that myths are best contemplated at a distance, and just let myself be seduced by their charm or wisdom. Because even if I am not so enchanted with some of his works, or the way they were presented, or messages they carried or sent out, I simply couldn't not be hugely impressed by the intelligence and mordacity of the man, even when the idealism seemed genetically incorrect.
Just can't wait to look at his film ' Heist' again. I am almost sure I saw it before, but for the hack of me can't remember a thing about it! Gene Hackman was in it, whom I also admire as an actor.
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