A witty, door-slamming domestic comedy of the Noël Coward school, One Slight Hitch by writer and comedian Lewis Black (of Daily Show fame) is a summertime confection. Set in 1981, it takes place in the home of the well-to-do Coleman family on the day one of their three daughters is to be married. The bride-to-be writes short stories for the New Yorker and used to be a bohemian, but she has settled down with a calm preppy guy. That plan goes off the rails, as it must, for this is a farce.

Everyone has the usual wedding-day jitters: Mother frets about the shrimp getting too warm in the sun. The youngest sister, in her early teens, listens to her Walkman and stomps around when ordered to clean things. Another sister, a vamp and nurse just off her night shift, drinks heavily and sneers merrily at the chaos. Father, a doctor, tries to keep everybody calm.

In the midst of this whirlwind, the bride-to-be's feckless ex-boyfriend of three years shows up. He's been hitchhiking, fancies himself a Kerouac for the 1980s, and has no idea his ex-girlfriend's wedding is about to happen. Things blow up, and the audience gets to bask in snappy dialogue and an innocent detour through the middle-class problems of a bygone era. Mother gets accidentally tipsy. People interrupt each other. The ex-boyfriend makes outrageous pronouncements: "I'm in my early 30s and what have I done? I mean, look at Lee Harvey Oswald."

The subject matter is slight, and the script occasionally steers toward Schmaltz Island—the mother has a sentimental late-play monologue about the hardships of being a WWII bride and how she just wants her daughters to be happy—but the dialogue is comedy in Daily Show style, and there is no weak link in the cast, many of them Seattle favorites, including R. Hamilton Wright, Marianne Owen, and Shawn Telford as the ex with bad timing. One Slight Hitch goes down like ice cream.