The pressures of life in a post 9/11 world are starting to effect suburban dad Mort Williams in a strange way. His wife has left him and the only two people he can relate to are his unscrupulous plastic surgeon and his "tween" next door neighbor. Eventually the fact that Mort is slowly turning into Michael Jackson becomes a problem that his two grown sons must deal with; even as one has become a survivalist and the other is trying to convince his French girlfriend to keep their baby. Bleak and brutal with moments of wild humor, and the occasional shout of "Wooo!," this dark comedy embodies the spirit of a stunned city, struggling to piece life back together.

"The Spitz aesthetic is proudly trashy and puerile, dedicated to slapstick and tasteless jokes, sort of like Mel Brooks if he listened to Joy Division. But Spitz's newest, Gravity Always Wins, turns out to be - hold on to your trucker hat - a domestic comedy with absolutely no onstage sex, violence or drugs. In truth Spitz's past works always hid a streak of sweetness, beneath the corrosive comedy lurks a romantic soul."
-David Cote, Time Out New York