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A CurtainUp London Review
American Buffalo
Mamet's characters are often inarticulate but the repetition forms a pattern, a kind of rhythmic speech with short, stabbing sentences and expletives aplenty. The 1975 American Buffalo is a three hander of dependency and friendship versus business, betrayal and making money. Set in Chicago, in Paul Wills' magnificent set of a stuffed, second hand junk shop. Bicycles, tricycles, prams, scooters, chairs and tables are suspended from the ceiling. The three characters dream of getting rich quick through a coin collection containing the valuable American Buffalo nickel. John Goodman is Don, the shop's owner. The opening scene sees Don's fatherly advice to Bobby, (Tom Sturridge), the youngest man. This vulnerable, shaven headed boy who may be recovering from drug addiction. "Never skip breakfast, Bob!" commands Don in a booming voice as he asks Bob to fetch him a coffee. Enter Teach (Damian Lewis), and what an entrance! A red Zapata moustache, large sideboards and a flared trousered, purple-brown suit make it visually as well as a vocally emphatic. With a North West nasal twang, and every other word a profanity, Lewis' performance is noisy as opposed to Don's quieter presence. Teach's restricted codified language spells out all brawn and no brains to us, as he describes his feeling about two girls he plays poker with, using the sophisticated metaphor of the betrayal as "sweet rolls" turning to "ground glass" but then saying, "The only way to teach these people is to kill them." There is much dark humour in this play which the cast exploit with impeccable timing. On press night I was sitting just behind the director Daniel Evans and could see him enjoying every humorous moment, every joke, every well delivered line as much as I was. Evans is a director to watch although as the Artistic Director at the Crucible and Lyceum in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, we sadly don't always see his work in London. Evans gets three contrasting performances from his actors. The solidity of Don, yet he is swayed by Teach's suspicions and opinions. Teach's badgering of his points, undermining any trust Don feels towards Bobby. So Teach is edgy and controlling whereas Tom Sturridge's Bobby seems to still be on drugs as he asks Don for money. It is as though John Goodman and Damian Lewis have trained in two different styles of acting but the tension between these styles, adds to the undercurrent of Mamet's play. We love Don, feel sorry for Bobby and are nervous around Teach; so much bravado, so much bullshit. As Teach spots the police cars circling he leaps to the door to watch and we feel his relief as they turn the corner. We are immersed in this strange, seedy and dangerous world where no-one lives the dream.
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