Melvin Bernhardt, a good director, and Doris Roberts and Bill Macy, good actors, have gotten themselves involved in a play called "Harry and Thelma in the Woods" at the Mayfair Theater in Santa Monica.
The story concerns a suicidal husband, Harry, and a castrating wife, Thelma. Harry tries to leave Thelma after 25 years of marriage but the alternative, a young woman named Choo-Choo (whom we don't meet), is worse, so he ends up back in Thelma's power.
Pure Strindberg. Yet playwright Stan Lachow offers the story as a comedy, as if there was something lovable about this grim pair. Thelma's insults are supposed to prove how much she is in love with life. Harry's complaints prove what a mensch he is.
We don't see it. We do see that the play has been constructed according to the laws of sitcom--every third line a gag, whether it has anything to do with the conversation or not. However, in sitcom there is usually a plot to be advanced. This is essentially two acts of a husband and wife abusing one another. The same, perhaps, could be said of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" This play is not "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?"