All the twists and turns were quite predictable but the way this movie concluded was nonetheless shocking. One of the more strangely cathartic but also quite fucked up scenes. Otherwise good performances all around and an amusing way to engage with "serious" themes that are so often overwrought on the silver screen.
Of mild historical interest because it's Mamet's directorial début. The plot turns on a supposedly brilliant con man's con of a supposedly brilliant psychiatrist. Not a bad set-up but the film's devoid of the trappings of intelligence that (I imagine) would be so fun to construct (thinking of "Eroica" in Five Easy Pieces, the silly memory tricks in Good Will Hunting).
It was fun, but I could also see it coming from a mile away. It also takes a very spectacular actor (and they exist) to pull off Mamet's direction to be wooden and dry. The two leads can't pull it off. Mike needs to be convincing and charismatic – if this guy existed in real life, he'd be a bad con artist. No one would believe him. Fun, but not fun enough.
Qué es sino el arte del engaño un tipo de psicología. Un grupo de personajes timando a otros. Todo de pronto es apariencia, siendo una de las víctimas la que supuestamente es experta en la psicología de los hábitos y obsesiones humanas. "Casa de juegos" a la mitad es predecible salvo por ese giro obsesivo de su personaje femenino, una que halló en el quiebre de la ley pública su terapia.