"...Worry, Baby"

by Marc Spitz

Overview

Dexter and Donna's relationship has gone dull. To spice things up, they head to a trendy eatery on the Lower East Side, secure that "it's safe now." While waiting for a subway train, they witness a drug related shooting and find themselves face to face with a gravely wounded, white B-Boy named Larippo. He orders Dexter to go find help and holds Donna as collateral. Dexter heads up to Harlem to fetch Larippo's boss and a doctor while Donna shares her creative and sexual frustrations with the bleeding, sweating thug. Secrets and a lot more blood are spilled and nobody turns out to be who they seem. A gore and sex drenched black comedy about gentrification, cultural carpet bagging and the perils of forgetting that at its heart, New York City is anything but predictable.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940014766814
Publisher:	Digitature
Publication date:	06/01/2012
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	112
File size:	58 KB

About the Author

Since emerging in 1998 on the Ludlow Street scene centered around Todo Con Nada, Marc Spitz has written and co-produced a dozen Off-Off-Broadway plays including Retail Sluts, (The Rise and Fall of) The Farewell Drugs, “...Worry, Baby”, I Wanna Be Adored, Shyness is Nice, Gravity Always Wins, Your Face is a Mess, Up for Anything, and P.S. It’s Poison. His plays have been revived by various theater companies and Shyness is Nice appears in the Applause anthology One on One: The Best Men’s Monologues for the 21st Century, as well as Plays and Playwrights 2002 (edited by Martin Denton).

Editorial Reviews

A fun crime spree straight out of a John Waters picture.

Paper Magazine

There’s certainly nothing classic about playwright Marc Spitz’s farce… a kind of modern day La Ronde in which mindless violence substitutes for casual sex. As gratuitous as the blood and gore undeniably are, the satirical vision is so consistently outrageous that it’s hard to seem morally inflamed when one can hardly stop laughing at the perverse and all too pervasive cultural absurdity.

Charles McNulty