You don’t have to spend the night rolling in the sheets of an unkempt flat in Hell’s Kitchen to realize that modern romance is dead. All it takes is a good long look around to note that chivalry has lost its vim, and the only vigor that’s fashionable these days is the kind synthetically produced by Viagra.

So leave it to Terrence McNally, American playwright extraordinaire, to pen “Frankie and Johnny in the Clair de Lune,” a very real, very human love story about two middle-aged loners longing to connect.