I was there tonight and I agree with Noel&Cole that what they were going for was dessert instead of a full course meal, but unfortunately what they served up was the equivalent of a Snackwell's fat free, sugar free so what's the point of eating it anyway treat.
The play feels like it wants to be an Awful Truth/Palm Beach Story screwball comedy, but it's not fast and zany enough to be classified that way. There's a joke here and there that causes a chuckle, but the story doesn't warrant the runtime it's given.
Sills is in good form; over the top in what could be a giddy triumph if he were given better lines to say. Fleming is fine, but you're relying on the meta joke that she really is an opera star. She could really pile on the melodrama to match Sills' hamminess.
Poor Chlumsky is saddled with the ugliest wig. Oof.
I thought we would get a lot more opera humor and insidery jokes. Not that The Golden Age was a particularly good play, but at least McNally imbued it with loads of references and somewhat obscure trivia. If you're going to base a good deal of your comedy on the meta nature of cast Fleming, you might as well cater to the opera lovers/aficionados in the audience.
Fleming plays an aging diva who is fearful of being replaced by the new crop of stars, yet there's not even a single mention of that up and comer Joan Sutherland and just a passing crack about Tebaldi and Callas. She should be worried about the former and telling trashy tales about the other two.
This is no Boeing-Boeing, or even Don't Dress For Dinner.
On another note, I'd be willing to make a bet that not since a matinee of Prymate has the Longacre balcony been such a ghost town.
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!