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"You Need Nutmeg in Fishkill" is a dark comedy that cleverly makes fun of the perfect American family life from the late 1950s and early 1960s. Steven G. Martin uses smart dialogue, over-the-top characters, and supernatural twists, to humorously critique society's rules and the extreme lengths people go to keep up appearances. Martin's work is a unique mix of sitcom parody and dark humor, giving us both laughs and thoughtful ideas about fitting in and family life. Excellent! This "unpredictable" play needs produced!

Martin is one of the most versatile and prolific playwrights of our day as evidenced by this “unproduceable” short. Funny, gross, dark, and poetic, the story highlights a day in the life of an average Adams-esque Family who suffer from the same struggles as you and I, but deal with them in oh so different ways. The sheer beauty of the words alone are worth reading. What a delightful play! Somebody put this on stage so we can experience the full scope of what it offers. Loved it.

Like an episode of Father Knows Best watched through an A24 horror-filter, You Need Nutmeg in Fishkill takes familiar 1960's sitcom characters and peels back the layers to reveal the terrifying truth lurking beneath. Martin claims this is unproduceable but it's extremely readable and has a wonderfully satisfying ending moment. Cuddle up with your favorite demonic being and enjoy!

Gleefully deranged, surprisingly wholesome, snacks! These words barely scratch the scaly, demonic surface of Martin's play. What starts as your typical glimpse into the lives of an average American family is quickly upended in devilish wordplay and situational humor. And then it escalates. And then it escalates again. And then it escalates again. It doesn't stop. What is happening? So much blood. That's a demon. Now there's a spokesperson. Are we in hell? Or is America hell? Are there any more snacks? Where IS Fishkill? This is pure madness! Madness, I say!!

Absolutely bonkers. Audiences will love this.

There’s no way to properly convey the utter mayhem that unfolds in this play. A “Leave It To Beaver” episode gone very awry. There’s a little something for everyone. Witchcraft? Yessir. Demons? Gotcha covered. Hysterically hijinx? You betcha! Name dropping 19th century horror writer Arthur Machen? Check, check, and check! Loved this play!

This short play keeps surprising you. At the start, you think it will be about a typical 1960 nuclear family, but that impression quickly gets turned on its head, and there are many more twists and turns to come. There are so many visuals I’d love to see on stage, like the demon and the dad covered in blood. What a fun journey this play is!

It's 1960 in Fishkill, NY, and what appears to be the perfect nuclear family is actually anything but, as Martin shows us in his hilarious and continually surprising comedy-horror mashup. So much fun!

I came for the title alone. But I stayed for the hilariously twisted humor. If you like the Addams family, but wish they were less "all together ooky" and more demonically deranged, this is your show! And Busser is right: someone has to prove Steven G. Martin is wrong and produce this thing!!

So I'm going to assume that Steve Martin has either been drinking the runoff from an air conditioner or he's had one bottle of NyQuil too many. No one in their right mind would have come up with this hilarious David Lynch meets David Cronenberg meets CBS sitcom as told to Stephen King and translated into Bat-Shit Crazy... but apparently Steve Martin did it anyway. Filled with sight gags, demonic languages, blood by the bucket, and a hell of a sense of humor, this is a play that the author feels is un-produceable. Let's prove him wrong! MAKE THIS SUCKER!

Picture it: a writers room where Charles Addams, Mel Brooks, and Ira Levin ("Rosemary's Baby") are tasked with coming up with a very special episode of a 1960 sitcom. Stumped for ideas, they retire to a dive bar out by the interstate and do tequila shooters until Steven G. Martin stops by to eavesdrop and take it all down. Except I think Mr. Martin stole -- excuse me -- invoked all of their ideas and crafted it into one of the funniest short plays to crawl out on stage.