Anti-globalization activists are rioting on the streets of Madrid. High above, sequestered in an immaculate beige conference room, seven white-collar warriors have gathered to compete for an unspecified position at the Dexis Corporation. Five men and two women sit before computer monitors filling out application forms. They chit-chat, size each other up, and discuss the effectiveness of certain radical methods of employee evaluation known to be used in the United States. As if on cue, one of the monitors jumps to life, posing the first of several directives that constitute “the method,” a gauntlet of psychological mindfucks selected by Dexis to weed out the weak from the strong: You have survived the apocalypse in an underground shelter with room for all but one. . . . Adapted from a play by Jordi Galcerán and directed by Marcelo Piñeyro, The Method retains the facile irony of the stage as it attempts to dramatize the perversities of corporate culture. Too clever by half, the plot contrivances deliver flippant satisfactions, and the agile performances keep the twists compelling, if less than credible.