The simplest description of *Snakebit* makes it sound like an
easy, predictable first outing for actor-turned-playwright
David Marshall Grant. Three old friends in crisis spend a
couple of days together. Social worker Michael (Geoffrey
Nauffts) just broke up with his closety DJ boyfriend, the
teenage girl who’s his favorite client is in the hospital
recovering from a beating, and he has to move out of his
two-bedroom bungalow in L.A. because he can’t afford the
rent. His childhood best friend Jonathan (David Alan Basche)
is a virtuosically self-involved actor who’s up for a
starring role in an action picture called *Mortal Fusion*
about lesbians with guns. And Jonathan’s wife Jenifer is a
nervous wreck, partly because her husband’s narcissism sucks
all the oxygen out of the room and partly because her
six-year-old daughter is ill back in New York with a
mysterious ailment Jenifer fears is HIV-related, because she
and Michael had a fling 12 years ago before she got married
and he came out.
Three attractive white kids
mulling over relationships -- you might suspect a rehash of *thirtysomething*,
the show that boosted Grant to national recognition as one of
network TV’s first gay characters. But you’d be wrong.
Grant pushes way beyond the typical sitcom plot-and-punchline
conventions to create a rich, complex story with many hidden
layers. The characters are at once recognizable and
mysterious, even irritating. Why does big-hearted Michael seem
so damaged? How can Jenifer be so insecure and paranoid? How
can anybody put up with an asshole like Jonathan? Just when
you think the play has zoomed past all believability, you stop
and think about the hours you’ve spent in therapy
complaining about similar issues. And your respect increases
for Grant, a veteran actor who knows what a rare pleasure it
is to encounter characters with subtexts and individual lives
where you usually find cheap references to consumer-culture
cliches.
Underneath its Hollywood
surface, *Snakebit* is really about the struggle to live in
the real world conscientiously without succumbing to misery
and self-martyrdom -- a recognizable theme from the work of
Jon Robin Baitz, whose influence is detectable here. It’s
not a perfect play, but even with its melodramatic stretches
it’s an extraordinary debut that’s getting a dream
production, superbly acted and impeccably directed. The title
comes from a cryptic yet provocative offhanded comment --
“Liz Taylor was snakebit but she fought back” -- that,
like the play as a whole, leaves you with something juicy to
gnaw on.
The Advocate, April 13, 1999
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