Critic Consensus: Despite an electrifying performance by William H. Macy, David Mamet's one-act morality play translates poorly into a film that is overburdened by dialogue.
as Edmond Burke
as Desk Clerk
as Man in Bar
as Peep-Show Girl
as Allegro B-girl
as Atlantic Leisure Club Matron
as Edmond's Wife
as Pawn Shop Guy
as Window Man
as Fortune Teller
as Woman on the Train
as Kissing Girl in Elevator
as Deputy Sheriff
as Black Hair Beauty
as The Bystander
as Bar Patron
as Busty Hooker
as Library Guard
as Club Waitress
as Bar Patron
as Police Officer
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Critic Reviews for Edmond
Be thankful it's not longer; at 80 minutes, one may still derive some perverse pleasure from the silliness of it all.
The last handful of scenes, featuring Bokeem Woodbine as an acquaintance of Edmond's, are worth the price of a ticket.
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As with most Mamet scripts, this includes multiple monologues, and the cast delivers them with fervor. But the delivery can't conceal that these diatribes are directed at topics that no longer are pertinent.
Audience Reviews for Edmond
Cast: William H. Macy, Julia Stiles, Joe Mantegna, Rebecca Pidgeon, Ling Bai, Denise Richards, Mena Suvari, Debi Mazar, Jeffrey Combs, DulÃ© Hill Director: Stuart Gordon Summary: With a David Mamet play as its inspiration, Edmond stars William H. Macy as the titular character, a businessman who undergoes a personal revolution after he heeds a psychic's call to change his life. In his quest for fulfillment, he abandons his wife and children, initiating a nightmarish descent into a certain kind of hell, a dark and dangerous world he's never known but that may wind up owning his soul. My Thoughts: "This film is pretty brutal in it's words and actions. I personally didn't like the film for those reasons. But I will say it was pretty gratifying that Edmond Burke, in the end, became everything he hated and despised through the film. Also William H. Macy, although plays a hugely unlikeable character, did put in a great performance."
Not terrible. I think David Mamet is a pretty good writer, but a lesson in the meaning of life mixed with gay prison sex and senselessly killing Julia Stiles may not be the best stage for it. Then again, it would have been a pretty dull film otherwise. William H. Macy plays the only character he knows how: a douche bag who stammers out lies to everyone while having a total meltdown. Fine with me! Especailly when he's weilding a WWI survival knife with brass knuckles beating a mugger to death.
Mamet? Brother. The word "ponderous" comes to mind. That's not good, by the way. "Embarrassing" also seems appropriate. Ah, I have my off times too.
When weak writing and weak directing combine to undermine a project, there's rarely any escaping the vortex leading into the abyss.
Acting to the rescue? When the foundation is this feeble, the acting has to be strong to hold the project together. Unfortunately, this isn't the case.
Have I ever mentioned that I think William H. Macy is a very lucky actor? If not, just let me say that Macy puts on a full display of his acting ability in this one. To survive, he has to play to type. He is surviving. It's a borderline miracle.
Can you imagine what someone like Jack Nicholson could have contributed to this piece of borat?