In total, Golden Boy, directed by Bartlett Sher (Women onthe Verge of a Nervous Breakdown) and presented by Lincoln Center Theater, could stand to be trimmed down a bit. It is three acts, which, with two intermissions, brings the running time to nearly three hours. While sometimes three hours feels like nothing, as in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, sometimes it feels like forever. (The fights in Virginia Woolf are much more poetic, engaging and visceral than any of the bouts – inside or outside the ring – in Golden Boy.) With a little trimming (maybe we 86 some of love triangle exposition) and swap in a more vibrant dame (with a better accent) causing so much discord I might have enjoyed this. As it was, it was a silver-level revival of this family drama, but not golden.