Recommended by Scott Sickles

I CONCUR!!!

The directing, design, and performance possibilities with the piece are limitless. I want to see what a composer and choreographer can bring to the proceedings.

A terrific idea executed with Carbajal’s signature poetic precision and panache!

Look! It’s coming! It’s here! It’s... a teeny tiny Twilight Zone!!!

It really is!

In one minute, maybe less, Weibezahl creates an instant and escalating sense of urgency and dread. While clearly commenting on pandemic supply panic, the play is a great metaphor and indictment of human selfishness during any major crisis. That the danger remains unspecified only heightens the story’s potency, making it all the more universal. Instead of simply mocking the absurdity, it unflinchingly magnifies the danger of the reality.

Serling would be proud!

Not since WALL-E...

Where that Pixar fave tells a robot love story with almost no dialogue, this play uses language to deconstruct romantic human connection through androids designed for interpersonal communication. They are literally writing a prologue to the book of love.

A paean to the socially maladroit and a manifesto of hope for those of us who own property in the Friend Zone, it’s impossible not to care about the romantic fate of these two droids in their attempts to test hypotheses d’amour.

Subtly hilarious, deeply moving, and adorably clever.

I’m filling out forms to have DC Cathro committed, so he can get the help he so desperately needs.

FINGER is sick, Sick, SICK!!! Casually macabre and sublimely funny, it had me belly laughing at such morbid things, I’ve deemed Cathro “a danger to others.”

It’s also a beautiful tale of isolation and the need to connect in a world that seems to have no room for you. The hearts, black clad and damaged, beat loudly from a chasm of yearning.

On second thought, I’m tearing up the forms. We need Cathro right where he is.

This is what happens when you put away your phone so you can lie back, relax, and gaze at the clouds. Chaos! Humiliation! Heartbreak! Nature, the Cosmos, and the human heart WILL ALL BETRAY YOU! I’d say “spoiler alert!” but why bother when you and the sky know I’m right?!

Berdick’s Jack and Jill are no Charlie Brown, Linus and Lucy looking cloudward! They have history, baggage, and undercurrents, in life, in the cloud and in the clouds! It’s gorgeously crafted unrelenting mayhem and absurdity. Enjoy their misery! Just hope it doesn’t happen to you.

Very funny and surprising twist on the job interview play (and one or two other scenarios) that offers sharp and concise commentary on ambition, religion, administrative expectations, and spin. To say more would risk spoilers and you definitely want to discover the joys and nuances of this play yourself!

Writers rely on the idea that a public figure, dead or alive, is fair game in fiction. After all, it’s not libel if everyone knows it isn’t real. It should be cut and dry, right? Conlon creates an even more cut and dry circumstance In a fiction within his fiction, then very cleverly blurs the lines. The play asks questions about not just the boundaries of the law, but about the parameters of respect.

INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY uses our preconceptions about the characters, their craft, and the circumstances In ways that are frequently hilarious and consistently surprising! Terrific work!

When we meet Aliyah, she’s nursing “a tall Hendrick’s gin and grapefruit.” Not ANY gin and grapefruit but a HENDRICK’S and grapefruit, which means Aliyah and I are friends for life. She is also angry at the whole Kalinda and Nick thing, which means we are friends forever!

Craig-Galvan perfectly captures quarantine love when one person works outside and the other is at home. Boundaries and habits become body grooves in a bed and you need to flip the mattress! I also want to dish with Aliyah when she finds out what happens with Kalinda!

First of all, “Macaulay Warbler” is one of the great names in all of literature!

Second, if you think you know what Macaulay’s wish is when you start reading this, chances are you’re wrong.

Weaver takes the magical intervention of unrequited love scenario and gives it an elegant twist. Filled with grand purpose, sassy dialogue, the requisite palpable yearning for such a tale as well as an elegant, intimate agony, this little mythical moment is a delicious bite, whether you like anchovies or not.

It’s a rough minute, for the audience and the characters. There’s a moment in every impasse where something finally, irreversibly gives way. The play captures that moment perfectly, between the one who’s filled with hope and denial and another who’s realized their last grasp at love has yielded only air and sentiment. Speckman creates a complicated marriage in freefall, allowing us to fill in our own blanks the moment before impact. And it hurts.