Delightfully absurd, sharp, and surprisingly insightful, "What’s in the Basement, Honey?" blends 1950s domestic perfection with Lovecraftian horror to hilarious effect. Assaf uses camp, comedy, and monster mayhem to explore marriage, communication, and power, proving that sometimes the scariest thing in the house isn't what's lurking in the basement.

There's nothing like a good juxtaposition! Take a scene from "Leave it to Beaver" and combine with the setting of Buffy or The Walking Dead and you have a short play that makes you laugh and scream (at the same time). But there's more than just 50's thriller here, the struggle to understand the relationship between husbands and wives is illustrated beautifully, where neither really listen to the other until it's too late. Would love to see this staged.

One of those plays that shows that following the ridiculous, the seemingly "too camp" or "too unbelievable", is most definitely the right move. This play spoke to me deeply, made me laugh, and made me think. I would love to see it onstage, but I also think it would make for a magnificent short film. Kudos to the playwright for packing so much meaning into a tiny package.