Here we have a serious family drama by Australian playwright Arthur Adams about legacy and responsibilities, with some question about exactly who exactly the Wasters in society are. “No; you produce nothing, you spend everything; you do nothing, you waste everything. You’re parasites, useless parasites…. Parasites, inefficients, wasters, wasters!” “We may be parasites, but you have made us parasites. We may be wasters, but you prey on us.” To highlight the growing tensions, it includes comic second act scenes placed in the women’s undergarment department of the family store.
I play Baby Danger.