Cactus Flower

Abe Burrows’s sex comedy is the sort of amiably sleazy farce that was popular on Broadway in the ’60s—a blend of titillation, low-level satire and a mildly knotty plot. For a revival of this dated fluff to work, it would need more-inspired direction than Michael Bush has mustered, as well as more capable comic actors than Maxwell Caulfield and Lois Robbins.—David Cote