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American Buffalo

Theatre Review by Matthew Murray - November 17, 2008

American Buffalo by David Mamet. Directed by Robert Falls. Set and Costumes by Santo Loquasto. Lighting by Brian MacDevitt. Fight Director Rick Sordelet. Cast: John Leguizamo, Cedric the Entertainer, Haley Joel Osment.
Theatre: Belasco Theatre, 111 West 44th Street between Broadway and 6th Avenue
Running time: 2 hours 15 minutes, including one intermission
Schedule: Tuesday at 7 pm, Wednesday through Friday at 8 pm, Saturday at 2 pm and 8 pm, Sunday at 2 pm and 7 pm
Audience: Recommended for 14 +. Children under the age of 4 are not permitted in the theatre.
Ticket prices: $51.50 to $251.50
Tickets: Telecharge

American Buffalo
Haley Joel Osment and John Leguizamo.
Photo by Joan Marcus.

The con is on, but itís not on the audience. The new revival of David Mametís American Buffalo at the Belasco takes so many uncalculated risks in its casting, it might at first seem the names were pulled out of a very tattered, very multicultural hat. John Leguizamo? Haley Joel Osment? Cedric the Entertainer? On the short list - heck, on the long list - of high-born interpreters of Mametís piercing machine-gun dialogue, these are not names on which your mindís eye alights. Yet this production, as directed by Robert Falls, turns their potential liabilities into major strengths.

Leguizamoís borderline-annoying back-alley whine and sensuous-with-a-smack attitude are close-fitting contrasts to the little-boy-lost innocence Osment hasnít shed in the nine years since he rose to stardom in the film thriller The Sixth Sense. Cedric the Entertainer is just the right bridge between the two, evincing some of Leguizamoís world-weariness and some of Osmentís unquenchable hope: the glued-in-place realist caught between two men lost in very different fantasies. Each of them becomes a conduit by which we unveil the others, and by extension the wasteland world their characters occupy.

The place has an official name: Donís Resale Shop. But really itís a home for people, like objects, that have been unceremoniously cast off from life and are hoping to be given some new sense of purpose. For the storeís owner, Donny Dubrow (Cedric the Entertainer), itís legitimacy in an illegitimate world. For Walter Cole, aka Teacher (Leguizamo), itís the confirmation that good things sometimes happen to bad people: the rare buffalo nickel Cedric recently sold to a coin collector, but which Teacher has a plan to reaquire. For the kid, Bobby (Osment), an addict with something to prove, itís confirmation heís on par with the big boys - and maybe their moral superior. But as they see it, the world doesnít welcome nobodies, thugs, or dreamers - it merely tolerates them.

Mametís language is, and has always been, part and parcel of this fringe world. When the play premiered in 1975, it stunned, captivated, and in some cases outraged audiences who wanted to believe even the dregs could do, and speak, better. Itís not just that the words are coarse - often of four letters, practically never of four (or, for that matter, three) syllables - but that they outline a coarseness itís easier to pretend doesnít exist. Seldom before had the use of the plucked-hair underbelly of the popular vernacular elevated people straight into the gutter.

Itís a style so common today, we no longer think about it. But Falls and his actors obviously have, and their solution is itself almost revelatory: Pay no attention to it whatsoever. Unlike in most Mamet productions, including the revival of Speed-the-Plow at the Barrymore, the actors arenít even trying to spit out their words trippingly down their tongues. The people theyíre playing are too far gone for that. They canít deliver - they can only exist.

As Donny, Teacher, and Bobby plot to liberate that nickel, theyíre not charged with the electricity of a life-changing moment in the making - they're going through the steps of another scheme doomed to fail before it starts. You might occasionally see a glint of hope flashing behind Donnyís eyes, a ghostly echo of Bobbyís buoyancy (is he trying to keep from sprouting roots?) suggesting Donnyís willing to entertain the possibility his ship might have at last come in. But Teacherís uncompromising grasp of reality, as filtered through Leguizamoís bracingly abrasive performance, does not let such illusions linger for long.

American Buffalo
Haley Joel Osment and Cedric the Entertainer.
Photo by Joan Marcus.

Itís a fatalistic outlook, but one well in keeping with Mametís acidically cynical view of the American need to get ahead at any personal cost. This trick wouldnít work in quite this way without these performers embodying the embryonic, early, and late stages of the businessmanís life cycle, utterly without effort or affectation. You need Osment to balance so precariously on the edge between right and wrong, speaking his lines with the cadences of a child pretending to be a man; you need Cedric the Entertainer to outwardly appear so vacant, yet at the same time behave fully alive, as if he doesnít know who he is, either; and you need Leguizamo as the streetwise punk whoís forsaken identity in favor of rank survival.

So cunningly cast are the actors, and so adept are they at wringing a touching story of redemption from these men in their own personal economic crisis (which mirrors the current one facing the United States with haunting acuity), that itís a shame to have to report the workís grander colors are muted. But because we so richly understand, and can focus on, the characters as sensitive victims of circumstance, the part of the play that sees these men in a greater societal context suffers. You never feel this time around that the three are giving representative voice to a suffering underclass, but that they are, like so many items in Donnyís shop (designed with cluttered, claustrophobic detail by Santo Loquasto), only alone and unloved.

Thereís nothing wrong with that interpretation, but itís heavy-duty insulation for Mametís typically electric writing. The language never feels less than natural in these actorsí mouths, but for them words are shields more often than weapons, which leads to some conflict that feels more cursory than it should. Leguizamoís portrayal is the most inherently desperate and violent, and thus sparks more vividly and frequently than does Osmentís or Cedric the Entertainerís. But you never see the brave, brash facets he displayed in his solo shows Freak and Sexaholix... a love story, and which would seem at least as at home here.

Those, after all, are what youíd expect from him and Mamet in general, and Falls and his actors are determined to give you anything but. Because the charactersí juicy conviction is mated with crippling malaise, recasting but not wholly renovating the loss and pain at the center of the play, American Buffalo stings the heart now the way it undoubtedly once did the ear. But you canít help but wonder while watching this production whether a few tiny jolts of unpredictability - or maybe one large one - wouldn't make all well-carved naturalism just a bit more real.

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