There's always something. Either my feet fall asleep. Or they itch. Then I can't breathe again when I walk faster. Or I break out in a sweat. Then I feel cold again. The food doesn't taste good, the sex is boring, the pants are too tight. What is that, please? - It must all be climate change, right? Temperatures in summer are like in the tropics! All of a sudden there are these huge insects! They didn't exist before! If they bite you, you get a dipple that doesn't go away for months! Probably they are all genetically modified. And the plants! They're already going crazy. They are crazy, the plants! They grow too much now! Since I never leave the house. My theory is that the plants want to take back control of the planet. They are all connected to each other underground through their roots. Worldwide! The plants have a secret plan. They want the total destruction of the occidental culture and the Austrian folk rock'n'roll. This is all to be replaced by uh photosynthesis.



"So everything is discussed in this gusto piece of Hader's stage art, with which the cabaret artist throws the cynical detachment around the ears of his own sated generation. Clear recommendation." (Der Standard)



"Otherwise, the Austrian actor, director and screenwriter does what he has always done, and he does it, as always, crazy well." (Süddeutsche Zeitung)



"Josef Hader shows that he is probably the best cabaret artist in the country at the moment: he entertains dazzlingly, without leaving out serious topics, and holds up a mirror to his time - with a Schmäh that gets under your skin." (OÖN)