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June 17, 2015

Anyone who’s ever worked for a big Manhattan magazine will find much to savor and shudder over in “Gloria,” Branden Jacobs-Jenkins’s whip-smart satire of fear and loathing in a beleaguered industry under siege, which opened on Wednesday night at the Vineyard Theater. Everyone else — or at least everyone with a tonic streak of cynicism — is likely to appreciate Mr. Jacobs-Jenkins’s depiction of the cannibal culture cycles that grip and warp Americans’ attention these days. But audiences unacquainted with daily Darwinian life in the halls of publishing may have trouble buying just how craven, petty, perfidious and angry its characters are. “Surely,” you may object, “it’s not really like that.” Well, yeah, it really kind of is. (I say this as someone who once toiled in cubicle-filled, fluorescent-lighted vineyards similar to the one depicted here.) Mr. Jacobs-Jenkins, a young chameleon playwright with a cold but twinkling eye, may have exaggerated certain aspects of this portrait of a profession in flux for comic rhythm and snap.

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