Patash - I'm confused by your comments, most of the comments in this thread by those coming back from the show have been positive on the whole.
As for me, I saw this show at the last preview and was thoroughly enchanted by it; it snuck up on me, actually. Kad's 'inside info' makes sense to me, the first half hour or so felt pleasant enough, setting up a quaint little story with a nice sense of specific locality. Then we got John Mahoney's beautiful farewell scene (and for all the plaudits he deserves, O'Byrne deserves just as many for being a stoic-yet-devastated-yet-stoic listener and companion there) which led to the final scene. Here the play took off into delirious fancy, a scene that tied up all the loose ends, paid off every rom-com cliche we knew would be coming from the second these two crazy kids shared the stage an hour earlier, and yet managed to completely surprise and delight. I loved the ultimate confession, and O'Byrne completely sold me on it with his performance. Messing, who I'd been so-so on up to that point, completely won me over with her work in the final scene. For so long she'd waited, and it was absolutely nothing like what she'd expected it'd finally be, but damn it all to hell she's gonna make it work!
I was utterly taken with it by the end, and I was not expecting that when it started. If anything, that made it even more delightful; how often the best theatrical experiences are the ones we don't expect to have!
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.