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Date: 1991

Director: David Mamet

Starring: Joe Mantegna, William F. Macy Jr., Ving Rhames, Rebecca Pidgeon


amet’s terse and grimly comic movie tracks a Chicago detective and hostage negotiator named Bob Gold (Joe Mantegna) who suddenly finds himself in a position to break a career case only to be absurdly sidetracked by the murder of an elderly Jewish woman who owns a candy store in the black ghetto. “It’s a candy store pop, just look busy on it,” advises his pugnacious partner Sully (William F. Macy), who pushes ahead with the major case. Resentful about his reassignment and adolescently scornful of rich Jews, Gold trivializes his new assignment. But after finding cryptic Tommy gun invoices and a 1946 photo of the dead woman toting one he’s slowly sucked in, his “lapsed” Jewishness and intimations of conspiracy exerting a gravitational force.

This is a religious coming of age story engineered to be what it’s not, a cop movie. It opens with no-nonsense racial tension, making it even harder to pick up on the wheels-within-wheels that lie ahead. Mamet’s staccato dialogue tics are everywhere. So is a mood of beaten down slow-motion mood that the increasingly bewildered Bob Gold masters. Sully to Bob: “I’m gonna tell you what the old whore said, and this is the truest thing I know: ‘When you start cumming with the customers, it’s time to quit.'” But Bob doesn’t.

Rarely do musical swells get the better of language or pictures outstrip words. It’s a fine-tuned Mamet chess game that moves effortlessly from bluster, to loyalty, to duplicity, to the wages of self-loathing.

About the Author:

A military brat, Marcia Yarrow was born in Hamburg, Germany but grew up in Germany, Spain, and Provo, Utah. She's been writing for the magazine since its creation in 2004.