Any Wednesday is a kind of sexual string quartet arranged for four players, each assigned a key to the same flat. The flat is on Manhattan's Upper East Side, and the wicked rejoinders wafting through the premises kept Broadway playgoers bouncing happily into the high-priced upholstery for a couple of years. Alert to the undertones of Muriel Resnik's comedy, even a prude could relax and enjoy it, secure in the knowledge that every vibrant innuendo was just a homily in disguise. Nobody is perfect, after all—and problems have a way of working out. If an industrial giant (presented as a TIME...
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