MAMET MISCHANCE: It wasn't playwright David Mamet's best fall ever. His new two-hander, The Anarchist, couldn't find a fan among the New York critics, even with a cast that included Debra Winger and Patti LuPone. (Read the Playbill Brief Encounter interview with LuPone, in which she talks about Mamet and the play.) Producer Jeffrey Richards announced a closing date two days after its opening. Richards' and Mamet's slam dunk down the street, the Al Pacino revival of Glengarry Glen Ross, fared better — how could it not with the box office clout of Big Al? — but not as much as one might expect. Broadwayites groused about the month-long-and-more preview period, which producers chalked up to the rehearsal time lost because of Hurricane Sandy (an excuse that raised some eyebrows). And reviews were tepid or only mildly positive. Mamet's response to it all was his usual: no comment. Richards' retort came on Dec. 19: Glengarry recouped its investment, and with one month of performances yet to go. As Al might say, "Booyah!"
Holed up in a seedy motel on the edge of the Mojave Desert, two former lovers unpack the deep secrets and dark desires of their tangled relationship, passionately tearing each other apart. Led by director Daniel Aukin (Back Back Back at MTC, 4,000 Miles), Tony winner Nina Arianda (Venus in Fur at MTC, Born Yesterday) and Sam Rockwell (A Behanding in Spokane, The Way Way Back) bring an explosive intensity to Sam Shepard’s (Buried Child, True West) landmark myth of the new Wild West.