Okay, so in my continuing pandemic project of reading the random plays I already own, I finally got to this one. First thing to note is that I am pretty sure this is one of the first play scripts I ever owned- it almost definitely was found at the Friends of the Library Booktique in high school when I volunteered there, seeing all the donations first, pricing them, and then getting a 25% discount on what we bought. And being a kid who liked theatre, but had no connections to serious theatre makers and a pretty underwhelmingly rudimentary high school program, I was a bit... struck? just by the fact that scripts were a book form you could buy. The only thing I'd seen up until then were the Dramatists Play Service scripts that were jealously hoarded for the junior high and high school play, highlighted with my invariable like 2 lines, and then became totally ragged. And so this play with its notable blue cover felt kind of exotic and sophisticated in Kansas. So, 20+ years later, I finally found out what's in there (I think I might have opened it and read a page or two and put it down, bored/uncomprehending once or twice before).
Okay, so what's in it is this short play made of three monologues and more monologues, and cumulatively they are about mostly terrible people who are terrible because... they believe in the status quo and are a part of it. Which, honestly, might be a more accurate and appropriate way to depict most people than the heroic individuals most narratives are more fond of, but is depressing. Baitz has a couple favored themes: being gay and being Jewish. And together, along with this early-90s/80s yuppie hangover vibe of amoral and ruthless businesspeople and LA entertainment people (mostly) I ended up with the sense that although I don't wanna watch this play or monologues, (ugh, monologues- SO. BORING.) that they *are* doing some useful soul-searching about trying to understand how to be minoritized (Gay, Jewish) AND privileged (bourgeois, educated) at the same time. The pseudo Baitz parents of Three Hotels are tortured people who are broken BECAUSE they were bad and callous (and unlucky with their son Brandon). I realized either bourgeois plays about bourgeois people's problems are no longer in fashion, or maybe I just stopped reading and watching them, so I think they're not popular anymore. And that leads me to one larger question/conundrum about theatre in general. Theatre is ridiculously bourgeois- I don't think that's a reason to excoriate it- it just IS expensive and inefficient to create, and I have to both believe in efforts to even the economic playing field AND the value of wasteful and inefficient art forms. Anyway, was there something more honest about a bourgeois institution staging bourgeois concerns for bourgeois patrons than a bourgeois institution staging working class and social justice concerns for bourgeois patrons? Because doesn't only switching out that ONE variable look a little... disingenuous, prurient, and/or [2020-style] "performative"?