Henry Johnson

Greetings again from the darkness. Show or tell ... films tend to lean one direction or the other. Visuals are obviously the key to the popularity of superhero movies and comic book adaptations, while on the other end of the spectrum we have 'Mamet-speak.' David Mamet is a Pulitzer Prize winning writer who has been nominated for Oscars, Tonys, and Emmys. Best known for his rapidly-paced labyrinthian dialogue, Mamet is known for both his stage and screen projects.

His 1976 play "Sexual Perversion in Chicago" was adapted into the film, ABOUT LAST NIGHT (1996), while possibly his best known stage-to-screen adaptation was GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS (1992), which was directed by the recently deceased James Foley). Other well-known Mamet screenplays include THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE (1981), THE VERDICT (1982), THE UNTOUCHABLES (1987), WAG THE DOG (1997) and HANNIBAL (2001). Mamet has also directed some of his own screenplays: HOMICIDE (1991), THE SPANISH PRISONER (1997), and STATE AND MAIN (2000). I also must mention one of my favorites, his underappreciated 1987 film, HOUSE OF GAMES.

Since it's been about 17 years since he last directed a feature film, it seemed fitting to post a bit of a David Mamet history lesson. For this one (he again adapted from one of his plays), he directs a small cast working with an enormous script of dialogue. There are basically four sequences, the middle two combine for Act II. A mesmerizing 23-minute opening sequence finds Mr Barnes (Chris Bauer, "True Blood") in a rapid-fire debate with his employee, the titular Henry (Evan Jonigkeit, wearing what I believe to be Mamet's eyeglasses). The conversation is two-sided as the men discuss the finer points of the law, among other things - including a decision Henry made regarding an old friend. As the scene ends, we viewers and Henry get a big surprise from Barnes.

The next two sequences find Henry taking in the philosophy and life lessons from his cell mate Gene (Shia LaBeouf). This follows Barnes' comment from earlier when he reminded that one of the signs of a psychopath is immense charm. Henry is clearly taken in by all Gene has to offer - both in their cell and in the prison library, as they analyze the role of fear and other crucial lessons that master manipulator Gene is inclined to share. The final sequence is a tense standoff with an armed Henry holding prison guard Jerry (Dominic Hoffman, Mamet's REDBELT, 2008). Again, we find someone offering advice and counseling to Henry, who seems mostly capable of being taken advantage of and making poor decisions. Henry tells him, "Do what you want - people generally do." And I do hope Mamet lovers will check this one out and bask in the Mamet-speak that we are too rarely treated.

Available VOD beginning May 9, 2025.

From the first to last word, not a line is wasted.

Pulling off the rare feat of fooling you not once, not twice, but three times in one film, Mamet proves that he's still at the top of his game.

Sparse set pieces and smart budget-saving director hacks allow us to focus on the plot and stellar acting from all involved.

While many of Mamet's previous directing efforts have been hampered by flat acting and monotonous, repetitious reading, Henry Johnson puts the impassioned actors on display front-and-centre, and allows the subtlety of their body language to help tell the story.

We might even (God forbid) be witness to some rare ad libbing in a Mamet production, if only with a few monosyllabic words here and there.

Finally, as someone who had been unimpressed with Shia LeBeouf since his mainstream breakthrough in Transformers, my mind. Was sufficiently blown away by his natural, nuanced performance here, a career best.

In conclusion, I can only gather that some of the laughable negative reviews here betray an embarrassing misunderstanding of drama, and the film medium itself.

As someone who watches 2-3 new films a week, if this film is not a masterpiece, I have no idea what is.

HIGHLY recommended.

I am 9 minutes and 20 seconds into this 1 hour and 25 minute movie, somebody reviewed it and called it mamet speak, this is absolutely 100% undeniable atrocious ridiculous stupid terrible nonsense!, no way on somebody's green earth do two lawyers talk this way!, what they are saying is so nonsensical and dumb that no one and I mean no one unless you review this movie with a seven or an eight or something and have I guess dubious thinking skills possibly could sensibly consider this dialogue as in any way meaningful it is not meaningful it is in direct contrast to whatever is meaningful, don't waste your time on this well I'm going to call it gobbledygook if that's permissible, what a dumb movie.

It's hard to believe Henry Johnson was written and directed by David Mamet. There are only four scenes and five characters, but that's not the issue. The issue is how it leaves you feeling like you're watching something important without ever being allowed to understand why.

There is meaning here-but it's buried so deep under cryptic dialogue and missing context that it becomes exhausting to chase. My wife and I, both fans of layered storytelling, followed the plot. We knew what was happening. But knowing what's happening and feeling anything from it are two different things.

The main character, Henry, is a puppet-manipulated by everyone around him, devoid of agency, drifting through the film with no spine and no mind of his own. That might be the point, but it makes for an incredibly frustrating viewing experience. You keep waiting for him to wake up, push back, do something-but he never does.

Watching Henry Johnson is like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces intentionally missing. Or worse, like having sex with the worst person you've ever met: dull, one-sided, and strangely confident in itself. You suffer through it, holding out for something transformative, and get five seconds at the end that almost-but not quite-redeem the misery.

There's a version of this film that could've been brilliant. This isn't it.

Wordy playwright David Mamet got behind the camera for the first time in a decade+ to direct his own screenplay (adapted from his own play) "Henry Johnson" - a dull & plodder that may delight his pseudo-intellectual snob fans but will sink anyone else into a morose coma. It's basically four conversations the titular Evan Jonigkeit has with Chris Bauer (good), Shia LaBeouf (twice), then Dominic Hoffman. If it ended after Bauer's opener it would make a neat short, but no, it descends on into weighty come forgettable droning monologues to illustrate one man's weakness. It's a crushing bore that'll make most hope Mamet disappears for another decade+. Dreadful.