I went into the new Off-Broadway play Steve, directed by Cynthia Nixon, worrying it would be another Jeffrey. But what's in a name?
Steve is less Jeffrey than it is a genuinely insightful update of The Boys in the Band, complete with angst, sexual battle lines, healthy self-loathing and—above all—intelligent humor. There's no hooker, but there's plenty of whoring, all of which is implied rather than shown for cheap thrills, and some of which leads to hysterical and at times unexpectedly heartwarming reactions.
Best of all, in spite of various other plays to which it could be compared, Steve is a new work, and a successful one at that.