Earlier this week, I attended a performance of David Mamet’s play, “Romance,” at the Loeb Theatre in
The friend who accompanied me to this performance of the play in
Mamet slashes with a broad sword at stereotypes of every imaginable permutation. The Palestinian-Jewish conflict, the peace process, the judicial system, anti-semitism, racism, homophobia are all pilloried amidst an unrelenting hail of f-bombs, monologues, screaming matches and pratfalls. It is almost as if Mamet, like the hay fever-suffering judge, has been afflicted with the ragweed pollen of societal injustices and hatreds, and is sneezing out his discomfort in an atomized cloud of invective and expletive. Throughout the evening, I often felt uncomfortable, but I also could not keep myself from laughing. And that, I think, is his point. Reducatio ad absurdum on steroids! I wanted to ask myself the question that becomes a common thread in the judge’s rantings: “Have I taken my pill?”
If you are easily offended in the theater, then plead “nolo contendere” and stay away from
The play runs through June 7 at the Loeb Drama Center as part of a David Mamet Celebration entitled "Sex, Satire, Romance, and Ducks."