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<title>
Oct. 12, 1992: Cinema:Sweating Out Loud
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
Oct. 12, 1992 Perot:HE'S BACK!
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS
CINEMA, Page 84
Sweating Out Loud
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<p>By RICHARD CORLISS
</p>
<qt>
<l>TITLE: GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS</l>
<l>DIRECTOR: James Foley</l>
<l>WRITER: David Mamet</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: The prizewinning comedy of outrage is
brought to the screen, intact and enhanced.
</p>
<p> What would you pay for a dream? Radiant sunshine. A light
breeze caressing your newly tanned torso. Glamour,
companionship, security, all in one pretty parcel. A place
that's yours, you own it, easy installments. A dream called
home. What would you pay for a deluxe retirement condo? These
guys can get it for you -- wholesale, practically.
</p>
<p> Two decades ago, between acting jobs, David Mamet worked
in a real estate office. There, the playwright later recalled,
salesmen peddled "tracts of undeveloped land in Arizona and
Florida to gullible Chicagoans." It was a chance to observe up
close these dinosaurs of capitalism ("An idea," Mamet said,
"whose time has come and gone") working their cold-blooded
performance art on people too nice to say no. Mamet dramatized
the experience in the 1983 play Glengarry Glen Ross, which won
a Pulitzer Prize, and has now brought it, intact and enhanced,
to the screen.
</p>
<p> The title refers to two parcels of Florida land: Glen Ross
Farms, where the salesmen once made a killing, and Glengarry
Highlands, the current stake, up for grabs. The past perfect
tense gives way to the present imperative now -- because there's
a dogfight among the four middle-aged men whose tough job it is
to cozen the consumer. The top salesman will win a Cadillac;
runner-up gets a set of steak knives. And third prize? Ask the
cool executive (Alec Baldwin), himself a human steak knife, who
has dropped by to explain the competition. "Third prize is
you're fired."
</p>
<p> Mamet's men talk for a living, and they talk to keep from
telling the truth. In their four-letter world, lying comes with
the territory. As the Old Man says in Strindberg's Ghost
Sonata: "Silence hides nothing. Words conceal." Two of the
salesmen, Moss (Ed Harris) and Aaronow (Alan Arkin), sit in a
bar, grousing about the real estate company. It is as much a
part of their job as sounding stardusted with sweet reason while
on a pitch. Moss sketches an idea for a theft of the office, and
later tells Aaronow he is implicated in the scheme. Aaronow
asks, "And why is that?" Moss replies, "Because you listened."
</p>
<p> The salesmen have to believe that listening implies
complicity -- that the moment a mark is seated across the living
room, or has just picked up a phone, he has declared himself a
co-conspirator in the scam. Ace huckster Ricky Roma (Al Pacino)
knows this better than anyone else. Lately, Ricky has been the
"closer," the high man on the company's totem pole. And Shelley
Levene (Jack Lemmon) is the Loman. Vending his unplowed dreams,
Shelley woos like a Don Juan of property values. But when the
courtship is over or aborted, he looks old, depleted, desperate.
He sweats out loud.
</p>
<p> Everybody here does. A peerless ensemble of actors fills
Glengarry Glen Ross with audible glares and shudders. The play
was zippy black comedy about predators in twilight; the film is
a photo-essay, shot in morgue closeup, about the difficulty most
people have convincing themselves that what they do matters.
Only Ricky can summon that conviction. In a restaurant booth,
we listen to him ramble through violent musings about the pilot
light of evil that all men may kindle. It happens that this is
a spiel to sucker a mark (Jonathan Pryce, all flustered pathos)
into considering the purchase of land. But the speech is also
designed to sell Ricky on his ability to make the sale. Before
he can screw the customer, he needs to seduce himself.
</p>
<p> In this convulsively entertaining parable, Ricky is the
audience as well. We watch these zoo creatures and realize that
we too are in the cage.
</p>
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