David Mamet’s Pulitzer-winning play, which premiered at the National in 1983, in back in London in a star-studded, pugilistic revival from Sam Yates. Though kept firmly in period, it’s not hard to find skin-crawling contemporary parallels in Mamet’s exposure of a toxic capitalist culture ruled by the art of the deal.
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