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.

Getting to encounter this play at OPC was a pure delight, in addition to being a rigorous dissection/deconstruction of identity. The play made me laugh so hard when reading it on the page -- but watching it performed made me laugh harder than any other play I can remember in years. It's brilliantly constructed by drawing a parallel between the consumption of yogurt and films (as culture), then does another mirror effect between Akira and the playwright in a deeply personal and affecting way. Can't wait to see this play fully produced.