We fucking love David Mamet.
Of all the writers in Hollywood, that Hebe is one of our absolute favorites. Maybe you've never heard of him, but you've seen one of his fantastic fucking flicks at some point, we guaran-goddam-tee it.
House of fucking Games. The Un-fucking-touchables. Glengarry Glen goddam Ross. The list goes on.
And maybe he has a bit of a potty mouth — in David Mamet's world, even motherfucking grandma talks like some piss-swilling dockworker. And maybe the dirty little Jew overuses his ethnic slurs a little too much for our liking.
But only a stinking, steaming turd of a human being would let that kind of bullshit stop him from enjoying one of Mamet's amazing movies. In fact, we'd rip our own fucking hearts out and feast on the remains to write half as well as that son of a bitch.