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Donald Trump cant close the deal.
Glengarry Glen Ross, and the casting was poignant: In 1992, a much younger and more vigorous Pacino had played the role of hotshot salesman Ricky Roma in the film adaptation of the play; in the Broadway revival, a 72-year-old Pacino played the broken-down has-been Shelley Levene.
Glengarry Glen Ross is the Macbeth of real estate, full of great, blistering lines and soliloquies so liberally peppered with profanity that the original cast had nicknamed the show Death of a F***ing Salesman. But a few of those attending the New York revival left disappointed. For a certain type of young man, the star of Glengarry Glen Ross is a character called Blake, played in the film by Alec Baldwin. We know that his name is Blake only from the credits; asked his name by one of the other salesmen, he answers: Whats my name? F*** you. Thats my name. In the film, Blake sets things in motion by delivering a motivational speech and announcing a sales competition: First prize is a Cadillac Eldorado. Second prize? A set of steak knives. Third prize is, youre fired. Get the picture? He berates the salesmen in terms both financial My watch cost more than your car! and sexual. Their problem, in Blakes telling, isnt that theyve had a run of bad luck or bad sales leads or that the real estate theyre trying to sell is crap it is that they arent real men.
The leads are weak? Youre weak. . . . Your name is your wanting, and you cant play the mans game. You cant close them? Then tell your wife your troubles, because only one thing counts in this world: Get them to sign on the line which is dotted. Got that, you f***ing f*****s?
Trump is the political version of a pickup artist, and Republicans and America went to bed with him convinced that he was something other than what he is. Trump inherited his fortune but describes himself as though he were a self-made man. We
We did not elect Donald Trump; we elected the character he plays on television.
He has had a middling career in real estate and a poor one as a hotelier and casino operator but convinced people he is a titan of industry. He has never managed a large, complex corporate enterprise, but he did play an executive on a reality show. He presents himself as a confident ladies man but is so insecure that he invented an imaginary friend to lie to the New York press about his love life and is now married to a woman who is open and blasé about the fact that she married him for his money. He fixates on certain words (negotiator) and certain classes of words (mainly adjectives and adverbs, bigly, major, world-class, top, and superlatives), but he isnt much of a negotiator, manager, or leader. He cannot negotiate a health-care deal among members of a party desperate for one, cant manage his own factionalized and leak-ridden White House, and cannot lead a political movement that aspires to anything greater than the service of his own pathetic vanity.
He wants to be John Wayne, but what he is is Woody Allen without the humor. Peggy Noonan, to whom we owe that observation, has his number: He is soft, weak, whimpering, and petulant. He isnt smart enough to do the job and isnt man enough to own up to the fact. For all his gold-plated toilets, he is at heart that middling junior salesman watching Glengarry Glen Ross and thinking to himself: Thats the man I want to be. How many times do you imagine he has stood in front of a mirror trying to project like Alec Baldwin? Unfortunately for the president, its Baldwin who does the good imitation of Trump, not the other way around.
Hence the cartoon tough-guy act. Scaramuccis star didnt fade when he gave that batty and profane interview in which he reimagined Steve Bannon as a kind of autoerotic yogi. Thats Scaramuccis best impersonation of the sort of man the president of these United States, God help us, aspires to be.
But he isnt that guy. He isnt Blake. Hes poor sad old Shelley Levene, who cannot close the deal, who spends his nights whining about the unfairness of it all.
So, listen up, Team Trump: Put that coffee down. Coffee is for closers only.
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(15,682 posts)I can't recommend it enough.
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(4,690 posts)Kudos to the author, Kevin D. Williamson