The Real Thing is a modern classic: a witty comedy about marriage and writing, emotional fidelity and intellectual integrity, high art and pop culture. Henry may be the wittiest playwright of his generation, but he's hopelessly naive when it comes to understanding love and infidelity. Writing about betrayal is one thing, living with it is another. After Henry leaves his wife for another woman, he's confronted with being the cuckold himself. Both dazzlingly clever and emotionally naked, Henry's search for "the real thing" in art and love demonstrates beautifully why both are worth the effort in the end.