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November

David Mamet taps into his inner Aaron Sorkin — and, oddly, Neil Simon — with November, a breathless onslaught of profane political satire and whiz-bang sitcom shtick. With incessant one-liners, obvious stereotypes (must the lesbian speechwriter wear clogs, shop at Whole Foods, and do yoga?), and poultry-centric subplot (exploding turkeys!), November goes, dare we say, over the top. But Nathan Lane is enormously winning as an about-to-be-ousted U.S. president who’s ”f—ed the country into a cocked hat.” When it comes to playing pathetic boobs (see: The Producers), he gets our vote. (212-239-6200) B

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