Most UK reviews came to that decision. On the page, I found more of the story, particularly (obviously) its payoff, weighted to the second half, and the build toward the catharsis/resolution more compelling that the sometimes unfocused, banter-driven expository material. The set pieces -- the harrowing explication of the bath house encounters, Walter's big speech (NO CONTENT SPOILERS) admittedly are powerful. But they are surrounded by sometimes shallow, even puerile discourse of the sort we've heard in countless plays, for twenty years or even longer. It's not funny enough or character-specific enough to always engage. Some borders on caricature (too much swooning over Meryl Streep in the Hamptons). The second part feels less driven by a need to "entertain."