I was there last night and It's Only a Play reminded me of what Hunter worried about during [tos]: that his play would be doughnuts for dinner. McNally's play is most definitely "doughnuts for dinner," but you couldn't ask for better doughnuts going down.
I was struck by the similarities to [tos], a show I dearly love, but where that piece had a big old heart, loveable characters and a forward-moving plot, It's Only a Play is simply seven people standing around a room, joking and bitching about theater.
That's not to say the jokes aren't funny, because many of them are gut-busting. I would be lying if I didn't say I was laughing almost continuously for the entire 2 hour and 40 minute runtime. Every line Nathan Lane uttered was golden. He truly is one of the funniest actors I've ever had the pleasure of seeing on stage. Stuff like, "I thought the play was lousy, but what do I know? I liked the Addams Family!" had me cracking up.
I also thought Stockard Channing was wonderful, especially in the second act. (It was nice to see the little trio of Good Wife recurring characters in Lane, Channing and F. Murray Abraham; I spotted Graham Phillips in the audience too.)
Broderick may have been the weakest link, but his performance here was stronger than in Nice Work, The Starry Messenger or The Philanthropist. He has a howler of a line directed to Abraham that I won't spoil, but I was dying.
The set is beautiful and the costumes are nice too.
It's not a masterpiece of great writing, and I would suffer greatly without the talents of Lane, but if its goal was to make me laugh it more than succeeded.
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!