I found this to be a truly tedious night in the theatre. There really is no play, just a flimsy situation that theoretically allows for a lot of wacky comic performances.
Unfortunately, there aren't really any good wacky comic performances. Lane is adept at what he does, but he can do it in his sleep now. I kept imaging the lines being said by James Coco (for whom this play was originally written decades ago), which kept me engaged. Broderick has become the laziest actor in show business, as has already been noted. F Murray Abraham is overacting to the nth degree, presumable to try to make up for Lane and Broderick's underplaying.
This is the first time I've seen Katie Finneran disappear into the background, but she clearly has no love for the role, nor should she - there's nothing there. TR Knight's bizarre and disconnected tiresome overacting makes Abraham's performance look like a sleepwalk.
Stockard Channing is a figure to be pitied - always a terrific actress, handsome but not a raving beauty, she has for some unknown reason totally disfigured her face to the point of total immobility. An extra hard piece of curved plastic appears to serve as an upper lip. NOTHING moves on her face. She should be the poster child for society's victimization of aging actresses. She carries a cane, for some unknown, unacknowledged reason.
I think I missed something in Micah Stock's Tony-nominated performance. My impression was that he was doing a stylized, extra-stupid imitation of Jim Parsons (also referred to earlier in this thread). But clearly, others think he's doing something funny.
Worst of all is that there is no actual story to this show; it's just a vaudeville of one bad act after another.