
The Best Man: Everybody Knows Politics Is a Contact Sport
“May the best man win” is a phrase repeated so often in The Best Man, Gore Vidal’s scathing 1960 play about ethics in politics, that you know from the opening pistol at the starting gate that the best man will go down in flames by the end of Act III. In Michael Wilson’s deftly directed but unevenly acted new Broadway revival at the Gerald Schoenfeld, the play is still riveting and the backstage issues about the name-calling ruthlessness and back-stabbing corruption of dirty American political campaigns are, in light of the vulgar and wretched ferocity on display in this election year, still relevant. It’s an intelligent and pulsating evening in the theater, but unfortunately I could not avoid the nagging feeling that I was watching something too idealistic and old-fashioned to be true. There hasn’t been a candidate for presidential nomination this moral, unselfish and democratic since John F. Kennedy. Read More

