Just saw this, tonight and was sorry I didn't stay home and watch Hairspray.
I concluded, about midway through, that one of my favorite novels, has not translated well, into a play. This revival is surely better than the last, with Laura Linney (just dreadful, in every way), but it's not worth your time.
I agree with others that the film is far superior to the play and closer to the novel. This play needs passion and fire to be believable. This play was on quaaludes, downers and prozac, all at the same time. I felt like I was watching a bunch of sixth graders who giggled every time somebody said something "dirty." There was a good bit of laughter, but much of it felt misplaced.
Janet McTeer was lifeless and one-note, from beginning to end. Liev Schreiber didn't have much to work with, from his co-stars and didn't really impress one way or the other. The supporting players ranged from adequate to awful.
The set was ugly and evocative of nothing and I have no idea what the fluorescent lights were all about. It looked like an attempt at a framing device that was dropped, but who knows? Most costumes were okay, but some, stood out, as anachronistic and ugly.
There were some empty seats in the orchestra, after intermission, including the one next to me (although the man slept for the entire 95min first act), but it got a standing ovation and people seemed to enjoy more than I did.
Overall, I didn't hate it, but it was kind of a waste of three hours.