DAVID MAMET IS an acquired taste. Much of the work of this
playwright and screenwriter is intentionally awkward, mannered,
and strange. His characters tend to repeat themselves, to avoid
verbs, and to echo one another's words like graduate students
punchy from reading Gertrude Stein. For example: "Yes the,
yes I mean the...yes but...yes." I'm sure a lot of people
find this annoying, and in fact it is annoying, but it's
also strangely compelling, beautiful and effective. Like the modernists
(maybe Mamet fancies himself one), this style calls attention
to language itself, and toys with the whole notion of "believable"
dialogue. I mean, no one in real life talks the way people do
in movies and plays anyway--why not just make it artificial in
a different way?
The Spanish Prisoner, the latest film written and directed
by David Mamet, puts his idiosyncratic style to good use. The
Spanish Prisoner is a clever, intricate and satisfying
thriller, cast in the same mold as Mamet's House of Games.
Mamet is interested in the strange intimacies that spring up between
people--particularly between men--and how these intimacies are
betrayed. Salesmen, conmen, and cops people his screenplays, and
like House of Games, The Spanish Prisoner is about a sort
of con. Half the fun of this movie is trying to figure out who's
taking whom for a ride. "You never know who anybody is,"
the office girl keeps repeating, and this is the central mystery
of the plot.
Mamet shows a great devotion to nouns, and you can tell he really
believes in the power of little bits of language to shoulder great
authority. So much so that the central character in The Spanish
Prisoner, Joe Ross (Campbell Scott), turns out to be a company
man and an inventor who has developed something referred to only
by the vague and ominous name: The Process. The Process is potentially
worth an enormous amount of money to The Company. When the question
arises of how much The Process is worth, Joe Ross writes a figure
on a chalkboard, but we never get to see what he has written.
It seems that in Mamet's world, things are more powerful when
left vague or unspoken. It certainly is creepy.
And it's also sort of funny. In a brilliant bit of casting, Steve
Martin appears as Jimmy Dell, the shady stranger who tries to
win Joe's trust. It's not a comic role, but Mamet's dialogue is
all about timing and keeping a straight face while still acknowledging
that there's something absurd going on. Martin is great at this--and
as always, immensely likable--so that it's difficult to tell if
he's the one trying to steal The Process from Joe, or not.
Because it's clear that someone is trying to steal it. Everyone
seems to be a candidate. There's the pretty new girl in the office,
Susan Ricci (played by Mamet's wife, Rebecca Pidgeon), who has
a crush on Joe and seems just a little too smart for her position.
To top it off, she keeps talking like she's in a 1940s romantic
comedy, uttering lines like: "Why do I trust you? Because
I'm stuck on you, that's why," in that deadpan style the
actors all share. One of the ways in which Mamet puts his dialogue
to good use is by having everyone speak in such a strange manner
that it's impossible to tell who's the "bad guy," or
who is pretending to be something they're not, because everyone
seems to be faking something. The Spanish Prisoner is like
a '40s crime movie that's been translated into Flemish, then translated
back into English by a non-native speaker. All the words sound
wrong. When Joe asks a co-worker with a hangover how he's feeling,
he replies: "I put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains."
Really.
There are so many blank and wooden characters running around,
with such an essential sameness to them, that on a certain level
Mamet has managed to reduce The Spanish Prisoner to pure
plot. This is hardly an emotional or character-driven story. (In
fact, when one of the characters asks Joe if his feelings were
hurt, the question sounds strange. Feelings? What feelings? )
On the other hand, the plot is elaborate and full of reversals
that are thought-provoking, rather than insulting. Watching The
Spanish Prisoner is a lot like reading a good mystery novel,
where you keep trying to figure out who's pulling the strings,
and it's never clear who anyone really is.