“But for whom Charlie” is a rueful comedy about good, bad and bed manners. The play's hero, Seymour Rosenthal is busy soul-rinsing the filthy millions he inherited from his philistine movie-magnate father. Seymour has established a foundation to give grants to needy and worthy writers. Painfully diffident, Seymour has all but turned the running of the foundation over to an extravert pal from Yale days, self-interested Charles Taney, who would rather down a Scotch than lift a book.
