Drink to Me Only (by Abram S. Ginnes and Ira Wallach) is one of those titles that proclaim something farcical while not guaranteeing anything funny. The play is indeed an anything-goes sort of script, and all too much of it goes awry. Perhaps the producers decided not to fret over the script, thinking that the nub of Drink lay in the staging, in what that master of accelerating insanity, George Abbott, could pipe into a yarn of careening drunkenness. Director Abbott and his downer of Scotch, Tom Poston, constitute the brighter side of the occasion. But Drink to Me Only is...
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