IN New York

Julie Kavner was deliciously coy when I interviewed her the other day. She simply wouldn’t let me in on the secret in “Honeymoon Moon,” the Woody Allen one-act in which she stars on Broadway. At least not before I had seen the show. Well, I’ve seen the show, and, like Ms. Kavner, I’m not blabbing. Why spoil your fun? The show is pure schtick, but there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s the final course of a three-course meal, collectively entitled Relatively Speaking. The evening’s curtain raiser, “Talking Cure,” is a curiosity, a before-and-after story with the before coming after the after, if that makes sense. To my way of thinking, the before (second half) is far more interesting than the after (first half), and I wish author Ethan Coen had developed it further. The second course is Elaine May’s “George Is Dead,” and I liked this one best of all, thanks to Marlo Thomas. The whole That Girl phenom passed me by, and made-for-TV movies are not my thing, so this was my first real exposure to Thomas the actress. What intelligence, what timing. Of course, her character (ditzy Doreen Whittlesy) had a lot to do with it: a narcissistic woman child and May’s smart take on the classic man child. A fun evening.