Snakebit, a small, well-made play, is meat and potatoes for our theater, gone much too airy-fairy nouvelle cuisine. It confronts, in a Hollywood home he is forced to vacate (he has been dumped by his boyfriend), a young social worker hosting visitors from New York: an ambitious actor friend up for a fat movie role and his forlorn wife, an ex-actress who is the last woman our hero ever bedded. The actor-author, David Marshall Grant, says smart things about East Coast and West Coast, theaters and movies, homos and heteros, men and women.