It would be nice to say Yes is a failed but noble experiment but that would be a lie. Told entirely in verse—sometimes couplets, sometimes not—Potter tells the tale of a woman scientist (Allen) and down-in-the-mouth man (Neill) in a loveless marriage. One night at a fancy dinner party, the woman—listed only as "she" in the credits—meets a Lebanese cook—listed only as "he"—and before you realize there's no rhyme for orange, the she and he (Abkarian) are in the sack.
It's impossible to care about anyone involved in the triangle because their characters are nothing more than ciphers representing a narrow range of socio-political issues. It's also impossible to care because every scene is bogged down with the incessant rhyming, forcing characters to jump and flip through linguistic hoops, sucking the emotion out of each frame.
Shakespeare was a genius, schooled in writing in verse and divinely talented in crafting stories and characters with universal appeal. Potter ain't no Shakespeare. In short, just say no to Yes.