Hollywooden

In which two viewers of American Conservatory Theatre's new production of David Mamet's Speed-the-Plow discuss its merits:

"And?"
"Pretty good, just-"
"Yeah. Too..."
"Like Abbott and Costello at some points, not-"
"Real enough?"
"Real. Yeah. The tempo, the natural-"
"-interruptions?"
"Too ping-pongy."
"Handsome guy, though."
"The lead?"
"Yeah, and the other guy-"
"Kind of a Paul Giamatti type."
"Mmm."
"But the other guy; tall."
"Was on The Sopranos."
"Really?"
"I think. Said so in his bio."
"Studly even."
"But not-"
"What?"
"Desperate for the woman, they-"
"Yeah, he could get any one."
"Is that the point?"
"Could be. He's changed."
"Changed by the-"
"-experience; not the cold Hollywood suit you'd expect."
"The sets were nice."
"You think?"
"Yeah, clever, cool."
"The woman-"
"Clever, calculating."
"Can't see Madonna handling that."
"Distracting. It would've been-"
"Yeah."
"Loved the part with the book."
"Hilarious."
"Is it supposed to be?"
"It got dark, but people were still laughing."
"Hmm."
"Well, it is Mamet."
"Hmm."
"Pulitzer, the guy's got."
"Yeah, but-"
"Can't argue with a Pulitzer."
(pause)
"I could."
"Pretty much shows why my books'll never be made into movies."
"What was that producer?"
"The one."
"Yeah."
"Thought about it. Strung me along."
"And?"
"Said he read my script."
"And?"
"Chose to do Naked Boys Singing, the movie."
"There you go."