Murder at the Howard Johnson’s plays like an hour-long episode of Three’s Company: colorful polyester outfits, groan-inducing one-liners, hopelessly outdated gay innuendo. The comedy debuted on Broadway in 1979; it ran for three days. A used car salesman, his ditzy wife, and her dentist/lover take turns trying to kill each other in a HoJo’s over the course of three holidays. The acting is decent in 2nd Story’s brief production– Michael McAdam particularly stands out at the nebbish husband – but the absurdity never escalates and the physical comedy never approaches real farce. An unnecessary intermission only emphasizes the play’s slightness. Even the set design seems half-hearted.