Spartan

Lemme just say this and get it the fuck outta the way; I'd go gay
for David Mamet. On the off chance that pitching or catching for this
man, some iota of his talent would rub off on me. If that sounds a
little strange to you, you clearly haven't seen Spartan.

Here's
the deal; the First Daughter is kidnapped and Val Kilmer is brought in
to get her back from the international sex slave ring that has her.
Cerebral mayhem ensues.

Now, that's all the plot I'm going to
give you right there and you can read that on the back of the box.
Make no mistake, though, this a complex, twisted movie that sucks you
in quick and starts slapping you around without much lead time. And
while Mamet will never be confused for David Fincher, the real
fireworks come out of the script. Damn-near every line of dialogue is
perfect, the structure fires on all cylinders, and the story itself is
fucking cracker-jack. I have personally recommended this movie to a
couple of doezen people and they have all gone fucking crazy-go-nuts
over it.

We've got a lot of aspiring wrtiers here and as one of them, I can't
overstate the case that you need to get some Mamet in your diet.
Doesn't have to be daily, but it damn-sure won't hurt. The guy owns. And his film is absolutely no exception. The man can make partial sentences eat a fucking hole through your brain. Check out the interrogation scene if you think I'm full of shit.

I admit freely to not being a casual Mamet fan, I'm a
fucking rabid one, so the natural bias I have towards this film should
be, by now, quite obvious. That said, this one of
movies-you've-never-heard-of that does not disappoint. It goes
straight for the fucking throat and holds it until the credits
roll. If you haven't seen it, get off your fucking ass. If you
have seen it, watch it again. Trust me, it never gets old.

Get it and love it.

Save Yourselves,

'Nuff Sugar