It’s all going wrong, in a theater near you: welcome to opening night of The Murder at Haversham Manor, where things are quickly proceeding from bad to utterly disastrous. There’s an unconscious leading lady, a corpse that can’t play dead, and actors who trip over everything (the least of which are their lines). Produced by, among others, J.J. Abrams, it’s “a riotous explosion of comedy” (Daily Beast) and a “gut busting hit” (New York Times). The show ran for two years in London and won the Olivier Award for best comedy; the New York Post summed it up in one word: “GO!”