It was no surprise to read this movie was adapted from a play. It does not move much from the living room of an LA house. Characters get out on the terrace occasionally, and I think we got a peek of a bedroom, but it was brief. There are a couple long shots of the house and I'm ashamed to admit that I found myself wondering, "is that Kathy Griffin's house?" It isn't, but I was visually bored enough to let my mind wander thusly.
As other reviewers have remarked, the sound quality is poor. You would think that a director who knew that 90 percent of the movie would take place in a living room might have avoided one with a marble floor and glass wall. It photographs nicely, but you can practically see the sound waves bouncing.
I can't quite remember the context, but I remember somebody repeating Orson Welles' line about the difficulty of "opening up" a play to make it a movie. "What am I going to do? Show somebody getting out of a car?" It is a problem, but significant parts of this story could have been moved around a little. Unfortunately, it never gets out of the box, and that would have been a big improvement. Dialog might have been a little more realistic, and the movie might have been a little less talky. It's really talky.
We've seen elements of this story many times before, older people suddenly having kids thrust upon them. In fact, I can think of three other gay movies that use this same set up. One of them--Patrik, Age 1.5--does it really well. See that one and skip this.