Mizlansky/Zilinsky or "Schmucks."(Manhattan Theatre Club, New York, NY)
With the Internal Revenue Service nipping at their heels, two producers who never churned out anything more respectable than LSD Mama Detective are hoping to flee the country with the proceeds from one last scheme: selling tax shelters to Oklahoma dentists. Among those sucked into this caper are an actor who does Beckett under the stars while waiting to hear if he's landed a TV job as an intergalactic rodent, a masseuse whose one golden opportunity consisted of standing in for Jodie Foster while making Foxes, and a young gay playwright (guess who?) hired as a story editor but reduced to fetching take-out mint kasha for Davis Mizlansky, bullshit artist nonpareil.
Baitz captures the underside of the Hollywood dream machine right down to the last scathing, hilarious, sad detail. Director Joe Mantello (Baitz's offstage companion) pulls terrific performances out of a strong cast topped by Nathan Lane as Mizlansky, whose monstrousness is humorous and human even when warning his boy slave, "If I catch you going to pool parties at Barry Diller's house, you're fired!"
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|Publication:||The Advocate (The national gay & lesbian newsmagazine)|
|Article Type:||Book Review|
|Date:||Mar 31, 1998|
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