Saw today’s matinee and for me it was a perfect example of great actors elevating mediocre material. Danny Burstein and Zoe Wanamaker (in a smaller role) were terrific, but Nathan Lane is the MVP here in a complex, funny, and completely believable performance. Other than some sound issues that will get resolved, I wouldn’t have known this was a second preview. The play is oddly structured, with much of it delivered in narrative directly to the audience; I found myself thinking of the “show, don’t tell” adage several times. And though I got used to it after a while, it can be a bit jarring to have constant projection of photographs of Larry Sultan’s real parents, who bear scant resemblance to Wanamaker and Lane. The play raises some interesting issues about whether art reflects or distorts truth, but it does so in an unnecessarily didactic and repetitive way. Still, anyone who has dealt with aging parents and the fear of losing them, as well as confronting their own mortality, will have a hard time not shedding a few tears.