I've always had a love hate thing with Mamet's work. Some of his plays I absolutely love and some I can't wrap my head around and have no idea what point he's trying to get across. Unfortunately, Glengarry Glen Ross falls into the "can't wrap my head around" category. I have no idea what I just read, why it was written, or what I was supposed to get out of it. It's well written, but I don't see the appeal of this one.
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