Recommended by John Busser

Awwwwwwww! That was delightful. See? Not every play has to have earth-shattering consequences. Sometimes they can just be a simple heart-warming tale of two friends, both of whom need a less nosy landlord. Or at least a working fire extinguisher. Jacquie Floyd has written 2 great roles for senior actors and if we're lucky any producing theater can sell cookies in the lobby at intermission. No tricks this time, just a great treat.

It's like if the Tell-Tale Heart had a gym membership... Chris Soucy has another winner on his hands with this weirdly hilarious sales pitch of a play. I mean, who WOULDN'T want a free gift like this? I meant the play, not the treadmill.

Well, that was satisfying! Paul Donnelly's character piece hooked me from the start and didn't let go. I was utterly charmed by this slowly developing friendship. It wasn't flashy or filled with world-shattering revelations. No, it had something much more relatable. Two men, finding their way through the darkness of old age and loneliness manage to pass each other and establish a small connection. One that builds throughout the play. And the audience gets to take the journey with them. Solid writing and characters to root for. What more can you ask?

When aliens should ever attack, it won't be their superior firepower that wins the day. It'll be their superior company manual and human resource policies. And in our overworked, underpaid workforce, that's gonna rack up some points. Greg Mandryk obviously has his finger on some alien management pulse with this hilarious Star Trek meets The Office mashup. (Mr. Scott meets Michael Scott, maybe?) It's funny as hell, the aliens are much more advanced (at least in their maternity leave policy) and it's a shame that Webb and Dalton won't get a chance to update their resumes. Mandryk always comes through.

Holy cow, do I want a sequel to this play. Deb Cole, you can't tease us with that opening salvo and then leave it to us to imagine what comes next. I couldn't possibly come up with anything like what I suppose you already planned out. This was terrifying and all-too-plausible in this day and age. Is there ANYTHING more horrifying to a homeowner than the words "squatters rights"? RIGHTS?!!?! How dare they? And yet, It's happened. Here though, we have a chance to see the squatters get what they deserve. Sequel, sequel, sequel...

In so many plays the senior citizens are usually relegated to background characters and/or the characters in need of being looked after. Not so with Jacquie Floyd's newest play. Here, Annie and Meg take a back seat to no one, including those loved ones who insist they need assistance. The young'uns are about to find out who's really in the driver's seat (and I hope they find out at night for an extra added shot of adrenaline). Great roles for 2 senior actresses who just want to show you there's still some gas in the tank.

Just listened to this on The Ugly Radio podcast and what an aural treat it was. A creepy adaptation of Poe's Tell-Tale Heart, the device of splitting the Narrator into 3 distinct personas representing aspects of a disturbed mind only enhances the unsettling nature of the protagonists's mind. We are more able to see the turmoil and conflicts when presented this way. And, since this story's main conceit is sonic in nature, is is doubly apt to have heard it (impossible heartbeats and all) on the podcast. Just terrific from script to performances. Bravo.

Ah, Bond tropes, where would we be without you? Well we wouldn't have this spot on parody of them from Zach Wobensmith, which would be a shame. It's smartly funny and was a fun, fast read and I want an immediate sequel "The Spy Who Sentenced Me" or "Diagram a Sentence Another Day". If you write one, I'll be waiting with my eyepatch on and stuffed puss in hand.

This is the kind of break up I'd sign up for! The reasons I've been dumped are never this giggle-inducing. And I commend Taylor for playing the long game here "Call me when the cat dies" Now THAT's commitment. Jodi might want to rethink a man who'd wait a cat's life span to get back together...

With a title like this (and a friend like Jacquie), there was no way I WOULDN'T read this tidy little thriller from Rachel Feeny-Williams. And boy am I glad i did. This has all the best elements of great noir fiction with a touch of Hitchcock thrown in for good measure. All the dialogue rhythms feel spot on and I just KNEW that Jacquie Floyd would be dealing out justice with a drink in one hand, and an ether-soaked cloth in the other. Great fun from Rachel, who seems to know a bit too much about crime...