Holden for Vulture is negative:
Danny and Lucy DeVito, as an almost-hoarder and his daughter, are trapped in a play full of junk.
https://www.vulture.com/2023/11/theater-review-i-need-that-danny-lucy-devito.html
"There’s a cynicism at work when a show doesn’t do more than outline its characters, then dares you to notice or care by putting a total real-life character, like Danny DeVito, smack-dab in its center. It’s clear the audience is here to have a good time with a star who’s turned Zhlubby Eccentric Rascal into a personal art form. And, yes, DeVito is — true to that form — an appealingly weird-while-being-familiar presence as he grouses and whines and shuffles around in his boxer shorts, pulling faces and pronouncing “water” with approximately three syllables (“woo-aw-tuh”). But no actor can make a show work when a play is so set on phoning it in. When Sam is describing his time as a military file clerk, he sums it up succinctly enough: “boring but better than getting shot at.” Sometimes a play reviews itself."