Don't Scream is an excellently humorous and surprising play that would be a pleasure for any pair of actors to dig into. Rachel Feeny-Williams pits two temperamentally opposite characters against each other in a scenario that could easily turn sour, but she navigates them through a conversation that bound to get audiences giggling--and closes the play out on a tantalizing, refreshing note.

It's a good thing this play isn't called "Don't Laugh," because we'd all fail. This is an exceedingly clever play about a woman who is being robbed at home and can't scream. (Well, it possibly wouldn't be wise in any event.) But, the lack of a scream becomes a funny psychological discussion between thief and victim, and I will not give away anything about how it ends. I applaud Ms. Feeny-Williams' comic instinct and the build up to the ending. If you do scream, it will be with laughter.

A delightful two-hander built on a great prompt: what if someone is physically unable to scream and they are confronted with a terrifying situation? In this smart scene, Alice comes home to find Dan robbing her house. Her response? "Oh." As Dan digs in more and more to Alice's physical inability to scream, the burglary is forgotten and the curiously British sense of decorum takes over. I hate to say that this would be a 'scream' to produce, but it really would.