Wednesday, March 12, 2008

David Mamet

When one of the most obsequiously lionized practitioners of contemporary drama takes on American electoral politics, you expect something... I don't know... worthwhile? Especially after the systematic gang-rape of the Constitution we've had to endure for the last 7 years.

What self-important fuckwad David Mamet gives us, alas, is November: an extended Saturday Night Live sketch with all the heft and substance of a Hostess Sno-Ball. Starring Nathan Lane as the President, for Christ's sake. Nathan! Fucking! Lane!

Further, Mamet now proudly announces to the world that he is "no longer a brain-dead liberal." Gee, really? So all that black-ops espionage porn you churn out for the large and small screens - basically warmed-over episodes of 24 with more self-conscious literary curlicues - that was the product of a liberal sensibility?

And finally: What's with that fucking haircut? Is this 1974, and is he in a gay porn movie?