David Auburn’s trim, cheeky rewrite of Langdon Mitchell’s forgotten 1906 comedy—about the flimsiness of modern, urban marriage—is quite amusing; director Mark Brokaw infuses the farce with due lightness, and his affable cast looks smashing in Michael Krass’s modish costumes. But while you can’t knock a breezy two hours in the theater, the mild pleasure fades fast.—David Cote