In January of '97, while on a Theatre Interim to London, we perchanced to partake of this vision in tights upon the London State.

One could tell that they were quite tired of the whole thing, and were only continuing with it because it was paying as well as it did.

Mind, the jokes were clever, as we had picked up from their published scripts...but honestly, the interpretation of the script by one's mind was almost more entertaining, sadly enough.

Also, they had done as the current troupe performing Shear Madness at the Kennedy Center had done, and were replacing enthusiasm and talent with sheer raunch, which at some point fails to amuse at all.

Read the book. I would not recommend the play.