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21 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- 80SalonAndrew O'HehirSalonAndrew O'HehirIt's hilarious, and contains some of Mamet's best dialogue. And that somehow, by making a racist, murderous, Everycreep his protagonist, Mamet is able to produce some of his most penetrating psychological and spiritual insights.
- 70The New York TimesStephen HoldenThe New York TimesStephen HoldenMr. Macy, a master at playing sticks of human dynamite in mild-mannered camouflage, gives the nerviest screen performance of his career.
- 63New York PostNew York PostIt may be too bleak for most.
- 63TV Guide MagazineMaitland McDonaghTV Guide MagazineMaitland McDonaghWritten in the aftermath of a bitter divorce, Mamet's paranoid rant -- an explosion of middle-aged, white-collar, white-men's rage at losing ground to everyone, from women, hustlers, African Americans and homosexuals to the younger generation nipping at their heels -- is as bilious as ever, but time has overtaken and defanged it.
- 60New York Magazine (Vulture)New York Magazine (Vulture)Depressing, disgusting, and dated, Edmond is worth braving to experience America’s best-known serious playwright at his most gruesomely undiluted.
- 50The Hollywood ReporterKirk HoneycuttThe Hollywood ReporterKirk HoneycuttFor hard-core David Mamet fans only...Edmond serves to remind you how artificial the dialogue and dramaturgy truly was in early Mamet.
- 50VarietyScott FoundasVarietyScott FoundasDespite agreeably short running time and committed performances, Edmond is rendered inert by its stagy atmosphere and failure to fully mine the depths of its protagonist's complex psyche.
- 50Village VoiceMichael AtkinsonVillage VoiceMichael AtkinsonAs the full-length sorta-satire it has become, Edmond is all sizzle and little meat, a veritable tangent act dropped from "Glengarry Glen Ross" because it was several marks too silly.
- 50New York Daily NewsJack MathewsNew York Daily NewsJack MathewsFrom the beginning, Edmond is too self-absorbed for us to care much about his fate, but like the proverbial train wreck, you can't tear your eyes - or your ears - away from the spectacle.
- 50The New YorkerAnthony LaneThe New YorkerAnthony LaneThis, to put it mildly, is new terrain for Macy, and his journey--from Arthur Miller, as it were, to Céline and Dostoyevsky--does not always convince.