Recommended by Doug DeVita

How far will one go to get what they want? What does it take to go against one's principles? How hard must one toe the line to maintain the integrity of their work? All three of these questions (along with the efficacy of working out vs. splurging on donuts) are addressed in this light-hearted showbiz comedy in which everybody wants something from everybody else with voracious urgency. Are everyone's needs met? Read it and find out. Or better yet, produce it and enjoy the audiences enjoying the antics along the way.

It was as if I were in the presence of the great Marie Dressler herself, that's how wonderfully written this monologue is. Burbano perfectly captures the comedienne's spirit, that dry sense of humor that made her audiences just fall on the floor in laughter, as well as the cadence of her speech patterns; one falls in love with the woman all over again, and wants to watch all her films as soon as possible. Thank you, Diana, for this gift, and this tribute to a great artist who made delicious lemonade out of the lemons she was given.

I love film (and stage) noir. And I love John Busser. And I hate the Elf On The Shelf with unbounded passion. So the combination of Noir, Busser, and that little nasty ass meeting its end is a cause for celebration. BUT... Busser – as alwaya – has a few insane tricks up his sleeve, and who'd a thunk there are even nastier ass characters with even nastier shenanigans afoot at the North Pole. Screamingly funny, this is now my go-to holiday play. Love, love, love.

Breathtakingly smart, breathtakingly funny, and breathtakingly theatrical, Garrett Bell’s “ Une Comédie Française” works on so many levels at once it leaves one, well... breathless. The dazzling mixture of period setting and contemporary language just adds to the excitement; I can only imagine how wonderful it would be to see a production. I’m not sure who’d have a grander time: its audience, or its cast.

Deeply felt, and brilliant. To say anything else would take away from the experience of reading this script. So... read it.

As the great God Sondheim opined about marriage:
"...we'll both of us be losing our identities
I telephoned my analyst about it,
and he said to see him Monday
But by Monday I'll be floating in the Hudson
with the other garbage..."

Expertly fusing a wedding comedy and the merging of families, then throwing in the monkey-wrench of a surprising, ill-timed discovery of one of the grooms' true identity, Williams' has added another welcome chapter to his ever-expanding ALL TOGETHER... series of family dramadies. And what a wonderful family to be welcomed into – warts and all.

A delightful adaptation of the J.M. Barrie classic. Expertly using sound effects, Michael Lin's audio script allows for the imagination to soar, and one is swept up in the oft-told tale with a renewed sense of child-like wonder and enchantment.

The title may be THE GIFT OF BS, but one thing that stands out is the scorching truth Osmundsen employs throughout the very emotional journeys each of his characters take in this piece; even if they themselves can't see the truth through their own BS, Osmundsen is very clear-eyed about his characters and their stories and the story he wants to tell, and in typical Osmundsenian fashion, he tells it with forthright passion – the hallmark of all his work.

Never mind the ethics of using time travel to go back and kill Hitler as a baby, just relax and enjoy the back and forth as baby Adolf is bounced around from time traveler to time traveler in a fast-paced, increasingly funny farce from the wonderfully warped mind of John Busser. At one point even Charlie Chaplin gets thrown into the frenetic mix; I don't know how and I don't care why, because I was laughing much too hard at the inspired zaniness of the whole piece. Definitely recommend. Definitely recommend. Oh wait, I said that. Right?

The universal timelessness of grief courses through every line of this achingly beautiful drama; the play itself may be 20+ years old, but the emotions are as fresh, true, and contemporary as if Alterman wrote it yesterday. A gut-wrenching experience. I'd love to see it staged.