Mel Brooks meets David Mamet.

An odd and wonderful one-act, though peculiarly, if not intentionally, derivative. (Mild spoiler) Nathan Lane and a recalcitrant partner attempt to get rich off a scheme to produce a creative endeavor essentially intended to fail, with references along the way to anti-semitism, Hitler, and the Holocaust. Sound familiar? The “mark” is even named DeVries, echoing “De Bris” in The Producers. I’ve always suspected the title is a little pastiche of “Glengarry Glen Ross”, and certain slimy characters and intrigues here would seem to nicely fit such a reference. Everyone’s terrific in it, and, like the best writing for radio plays, everything you need to know is in the dialogue, and all exposition is naturally, elegantly delivered. Not a word would seem redundant in a visual production (and this is, indeed, an adaptation of the stage version for audio only) Love this show.