I've always prided myself on my ability to speak honestly and without bias, so I hope you'll trust me when I tell you that if fellow Show Showdowner David's play, The Play About the Naked Guy, had sucked, I'd have let you all know with a quiet demurral. Luckily, I can instead praise, full-bore, this insider satire (I want to say insitire) about the lengths -- pun intended -- art has to go if it wants to be commercially viable. For all the depressing observations about what succeeds Off-Broadway, I didn't shed a single tear as I was too busy laughing at the exaggerations: think the style of Ugly Betty, but applied to theater, rather than fashion. And director Tom Wojtunik, who I thought was trapped by the conventions of Six Degrees of Separation, is thankfully free to crank things up to 11 here, a level of volume that the cast is all too eager to indulge in.
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