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March 27, 2002

”Take my husband . . . please!” The spirit of Mrs. Henny Youngman is alive on Broadway at the Helen Hayes Theater, where an 80-minute rimshot joke in the guise of a black comedy opened last night. Called ”The Smell of the Kill” (the title is subtler and more resonant than anything else the script has to offer), the play, by Michele Lowe, is about three suburban women who are handed the opportunity to bump off their crummy spouses and find the idea increasingly irresistible.

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