Daphne and Joanna, respectively, lust after matinee idol Garry Essendine. They must have him! Fact: Garry is really a prima donna/diva.
There hasn't been such a stage actor since Noel Coward, but what the hell. Give Noely, who wrote the role for himself, his cockeyed fawntasies. The ladies arrive at an indecent hour, Garry Essendine romances them in his "spare room," then withdraws to chambers on 2d floor. (Don't ask--) ~ What ensues is not a bedroom farce, but a guest room farce: his assistant, wife, nitwit young dramatist, producers arrive in the morning. Spare room? Ehh, Mr Coward, what's that about? Is anyone, er, uh, else stashed away in Garry's bedroom? (The plot is biographical, except the girls in the bedroom were stage struck boys).
Feydeau, Sheridan, Marivaux are mixed with telephones and doorbells blaring nonstop. "You miserable cad!" sniffs Garry's jealous producer. Cad, cad away ~~ "You're the most unmitigated cad!" snarls the married Joanna, feeling wobbly after one sex bout which she provoked. There's also the goody-whoopee line, "I'll never speak to you again." Never!
This blithery nonsense is expertly done. It's bogus, but who ever goes to the theatuh for reality? For reality, consult your evening news (a selected reality).
Coward played Garry in London in the mid'40s, then Clifton Webb essayed Garry on Bwy (ssh! hot? LOL) before becoming the most famous filmic Nanny-Nance, Mr Belvedere. This Bwy miscasting hurt the play. Later George C Scott (flaming nostrils) did Garry, so did Frank Langella (aka Lemonjello); he has balls but no charm. The part would tax Cary Grant.
Garry : "You want to know what I'm really like, under all the glittering veneer? Well, this is it. -- Fundamentally honest."
Joanna: "Curtain!"
Garry: "This is the end!"
Joanna: "No, my sweet, only the beginning."
Then she's pushed into the spare-guest room.
One critic said the male-female roles should be reversed, but I don't think we should linger there.
It's a funny play. Underrated Coward.