‘GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS'
7:30 p.m., Weekend Theater. $10-$14.
If there's been a more quoted piece of non-musical theater released in the last 30 years, I haven't heard of it. Since "Glengarry Glen Ross," David Mamet's four-letter-word-filled take on greed, masculinity, desperation and competition hit stages in 1982, it's become a part of the American consciousness, from the dialogue (“Nice guy? F**k you; go home and play with your kids!”) to poor ol' Gil in “The Simpsons” (an ode to the play's Shelley Levine character). A catch-all metaphor for all the nasty bits of humankind, the play follows a boiler-room team, frantically pawning off hunks of shoddy Floridian real estate to their unfortunate marks, all the while hustling to keep their necks an inch away from the chopping block. It's an unbelievable piece of theater, thrilling on the page alone; we have faith in the Weekend Theater to do it all the sweaty, smarmy justice due to it. The play runs Friday and Saturday nights through May 29 with a 7:30 p.m. curtain.