Polish up your martini glasses and join Impro Melbourne for the debonair wit of Late Night Impro.

It's sharper than the lapel on Cary Grant's suit, classier than Grace Kelly's shoes, and funnier than Jerry Lewis.

The improvisers are vying to be named Best Director for scenes starring their rivals. As the stakes get higher, alliances are made and betrayed, with more doublecrossing than Hitchcock at his finest. Insouciant charm on the surface, scoundrelly sabotage seething beneath, the players are as cool as a Bond Martini.

It's survival of the funniest. The improvisers want your laughs, your loyalty, and your votes. You decide which player wins. Which director has the comic genius of Billy Wilder, and who is the new Ed Wood?

Recline in your Eames chair and nibble an olive from the end of a swizzle stick as you judge Impro Melbourne's Madmen and Madwomen. The improvisers are neither shaken nor stirred as they target your funnybone. By midnight, there will be a new kingpin. Game on.