"Finishing Touches" is the ghost of Broadway past and, honestly, one of the strangest sights I've ever seen on a stage. In this play, Jean Kerr (its author) has confronted the modern sexual revolution and decided that it never happened. Her story is about a well-established marriage that approaches crisis when the husband, an associate professor and presumably a grown man, admits that he is falling in love with one of his students even though (as we later see) the student knows nothing about it, physically or otherwise. To further aggravate his wife, who seems to believe in God and nonsexuality as equal partners, her oldest son (22) brings home his girlfriend for the weekend, and they are revealed as lovers….

The conclusion [to this confusion of relationships] … is a triumph for mass religion, morality, values, conditioning, frustration, suppression and dehumanization, not to mention a violation of human, comic...