Reading about this, I thought it was a satire of the Sydney property market, which should have been deal for Williamson. But it's not really about that. It's more Barefoot in the Park, with a young ish couple having bought a flat. There's some financial pressure - he's a composer, she's pregnant and works in advertising - but most of the action concerns wacky neighbours: the violently aggressive security guy (who threatens the main male with physical violence over a car space which surely would have led to police charges and doesn't feel real), his model partner, a horny flight attendant and her pervy husband, a horny woman... All the women are hot for the male lead whose handsome ness and big cock are often mentioned for some reason.
I did laugh at the sexually dysfunction couple - he wants to watch her having sex, and a comment about her looking to give a man a blow job turns out to be very accurate. This made me laugh
But really there's no good reason for this play to exist. There's no drama, not really - the male lead stands up for himself a bit more, but with all the girls wanting to root him so what. He can't find work for a bit but then finds work. His wife finds more work.
It doesn't feel like a first draft - work's been done on it. There's just no point. A satire on real estate would have a point but this really should be called My Weird Neighbours.
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