Glengarry Glen Ross (1992)
Director: James Foley
A seedy midtown real estate office. There are sales to be done, patsies to be had. All you need are good leads. The Glengarry leads arrive, and every smooth, silver-tongued salesman wants a crack at them. There’s manipulation, ambition and greed rolled into a parable that lays bare the soul of a modern office. Men talk numbers and men talk big till you conclude men are hollow. Based on the Pulitzer winning play by David Mamet, Glengarry Glen Ross is a petri dish of human condition where we are just a breakdown away. If you’re missing your office, watch this to count your blessings. Oh! There’s a minor matter of the cast – Al Pacino, Jack Lemmon, Alec Baldwin, Kevin Spacey, Ed Harris and Alan Arkin. They chew up the scenery. And, those biting, bitter lines. A film that deserves to be seen more.
Author: Alice Munro
Munro plays with minutiae. They aren’t incidental to her stories. They are the story. Each story in this anthology is like the other. A girl leaves her home, sets herself free in the world outside and later returns to her home. But it isn’t the home she left. But that’s like saying each water lily in a Monet is like the other. Munro observes lives deeply; the minor eddies that draw us away from the shores so gently we don’t even notice. There is some magic she has where each end seems like some kind of beginning. She just picks her stories from midstream. There’s no flourish, no ostentation. Just plain telling of an ordinary tale of an ordinary life. That she suffuses it with such life and beauty is why she is, possibly, the greatest author alive.