Strange Doings at ‘666 Westbourne’

Steve Silverman’s silly slip of a play, “666 Westbourne Drive,” isn’t particularly well-crafted or witty. At the Hudson Avenue Theatre, the comedy is good for a few giggles with its fey gay shenanigans, purposefully (one hopes) bad acting, sudden spots of disco dancing and totally gratuitous shirt-doffing. But it’s not great camp, and its humor would wear thin if this 70 minutes were stretched even a nanosecond longer.

Ryan (Kris Andersson) plunges his “husband,” Mitchell (Danny Casillas), into the prison called home ownership, spending all their money to purchase a mansion built on top of, you guessed it, an Indian burial ground.

The mansion comes with a non-English-speaking boy-toy, Miguel (John Yamamoto). Before Mitchell and Ryan can get unclothed and sweaty, their friends invade for a house-warming that involves a murderous swimming pool, fatal accidents on the fourth-story bell tower in a house that only has three floors, an antique music box with mysterious powers, and lusty liaisons between Mitchell and his friend Gavin’s (Charlie Phillips) boyfriend, Bret (Bryan Shyne). For the feminine touch, there’s drag queen Ms. Jezzebell (Momma) and the always-glove-wearing Tori (Kirsten Vangsness). The accident-prone Tori is shacking up with Ryan’s old boyfriend, the now-in-the-closet Todd (Byron Batista).

Director-writer Silverman settles for sophomoric humor and the slapdash choreography of Jill Strauss. All of this might make an entertaining spoof among friends, but the actors shouldn’t depend on the kindness of strangers.

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* “666 Westbourne Drive,” Hudson Avenue Theatre, 6537 Santa Monica Blvd., Hollywood. Saturdays, 8 p.m.; Sundays, 7 p.m. $20. Ends Feb. 13. (323) 243-4488. Running time: 1 hour, 10 minutes.