By Ron House, Diz White, Alan Shearman, John Neville-Andrews, and Derek Cunningham. Directed by Mark Carter. A Down Stage Right Productions presentation. At the Havana Theatre until Saturday, June 10

It could have been a nightmare for everybody involved. Other than the director””who brought his tiny lap dog””I was the only person in the audience the night I saw Bullshot Crummond. Fortunately, the show is a well-performed comedy, so I had a good time. The actors seemed to enjoy themselves. Even the pooch appeared content.

It wasn't substance that pleased us. Created in 1977, Bullshot Crummond is in the same slapstick spy genre as Austin Powers and the vintage Canadian cartoon Rocky and Bullwinkle.

Evil Germans Otto and Lenya von Bruno parachute from their biplane into the English countryside. Their goal is to kidnap Professor Fenton and steal his formula for making “zinzetic”  diamonds. Only Captain Bullshot Crummond, a Boy's Own Companion kind of hero with a plummy accent and an enormous penis, stands in their way.

This show is all about the fun of artifice and cliché. Inspired tackiness is the point, and there's enough of that on display here to make for a diverting evening.

Everyone in the cast has good control of the style. Neil Minor delivers a big, crisp performance as the mustache-twitching Crummond, and Karen Davis is sexy as Lenya, the sadistic seductress. I hope she's getting paid extra for lifting what looks like pounds of false eyelashes.

This mounting could be tighter, but it's trim enough to be enjoyable.