Veteran television producer-director Michael Pressman's comedy of show-business errors a lightly fictionalized account of his real-life travails directing his actress wife, Lisa Chess, in a play is a self-conscious exercise in pop meta-fiction in perpetual danger of slipping into the sticky abyss of Hollywood navel-gazing. The pleasant surprise is that it's often funny and unexpectedly engaging, in large part because Pressman knows better than to ask you to feel too
sorry for the fictitious "Pressman" and "Chess." Even they recognize that in the larger scheme of the world's troubles, their problems don't amount to a hill of beans. Pressman and Ch...