If you showed this play to a group of journalism students, they'd all rush to the registrar and change their majors to something more exciting.
It's an odd little play about fact-checking an essay. There's nothing really awful about it, it's just bland. It's like if the color beige was a play. It's only 100 minutes but it feels much longer. After a really monotonous opening scene, it gets a little better, and the final half hour is the best. However, there are a lot of fictional names and events being thrown around, so it's really easy to get lost.
The actors elevate these caricatures, but nobody's getting a Tony nomination here. The editor role such a waste of Cherry Jones's talent, I can't believe she's returning to Broadway in this after 2 Tony's and an Emmy. Cannavalle is probably the best but he's kind of one-note. Radcliffe is onstage most of the play, but the play would probably be better with someone more quirky and neurotic, like Jesse Eisenberg or Aziz Ansari. His American accent is great though!
Also, a big deal was made about the all-female creative team in the press, but that's a lie: the hair/wig designer is a man. (And the 3 playwrights, 2 source-material authors, and 3 of the 4 producers on the top line are all men.) It's a small gripe, and it's still MUCH better gender parity than most shows, but the play needs to fact-check itself!
If you go, I wouldn't spend more than $30. Or you could save your money and queue up a Harry Potter movie, an episode of Handmaiden's Tale, and an episode of Vinyl.