Swampland

“Swampland” is the name of the play-within-this-play. Its story takes place in Florida, hence the title. But some of the tough-talking guys there would still rather be in Swampland than Chicago. “Swampland” attempts to be a noir tale in the tradition of “Key Largo” or “Body Heat,” but it’s not. For one thing, there’s no Kathleen Turner, just a guy in a bra.

Swampland is also Craig Sabin’s comedy about a company of actors at a venue in Los Angeles called The Artists’ Hole. They’re trying to put on this play about a heist in Florida called “Swampland.” Unfortunately, they have more guts than talent. It’s the closing day of the run and the show may just go out with a bang: One of the actors has decided to replace his prop wooden gun with the service weapon he’s stolen from one of his fellow actors, an off-duty cop. The actors have other concerns to deal with: There’s a major film maker in the audience. G. S. Harrell directs.