Wildly funny and theatrically turbulent, without ever diverting from its exploration of how cultural exchange shapes and warps identity. Izumi's play is deeply personal, while also leaving ample space for the viewpoints of future performers and audiences. The gonzo construction of the play keeps the pace moving quickly while still digging into some incredibly thorny topics – and, to Izumi's credit, she follows Kurasawa's advice and never averts her eye.

This delightful work touches on a lot of things: cultural identity, appropriation, the struggles of the children of immigrants to understand their parents, the ineffable struggle to talk about art, and much more, all wrapped in a playfully experimental package. I loved the use of audience interaction and actors breaking character, creating a space for collective healing.

Julia Izumi never ceases to surprise me with their work. A beautiful meditation on art, identity and processing grief.