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October 9, 2016

Though Dante cataloged many forms of diabolical torture in his “Inferno,” a guided tour of hell, he somehow missed out on what could well be the most excruciating eternal punishment of all. I mean (ominous organ chords, please) the staff meeting that never, ever ends. You’ve surely been a part of such sessions. They’re those gatherings in which people waste time by talking about how to be more productive, with algebraic visual aids and a corporate jargon of uplift that turns sensitive souls suicidal. Still, it is a fundamental law of art and entertainment that other people’s discomfort can make for deeply satisfying comedy. The meeting from hell has been deliciously dissected on television satires like “The Office” and “W1A,” BBC Two’s blissful fictional portrait of life at the BBC. Now “Miles for Mary,” which opened on Saturday night at the Bushwick Starr in Brooklyn, asserts its claim to belong among such painfully pleasurable company.

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