Because I'd arrived at the American Airlines Theater early, I was directed by an usher to take an elevator to the theater's fifth floor and wait in the Penthouse Lounge. A pre-performance lecture was in progress and while I listened to the Roundabout flak go on about this "magical" play and the "brilliance and genius" of "homosexual" and "not very attractive" Craig Lucas, I couldn't help but recall that one of the playwright's AOL screenames includes (or at one point in time included) a derivation of the word "Skinflute." This made me smirk while I ordered a $3 cup of burnt coffee and watched the senior crowd as they listened attentively.
As for the performance, John Mahoney is adorable in this revival. The two leads aren't.
