Recommended by Zach Barr

Is it worse to be ancestry to arrive unasked for, or to be held back despite actively seeking it out? There are no easy answers in this script, guaranteed to spark a complicated conversation on the way home. A play full of humor, and leaving just enough information out to keep the audience intrigued each moment.

pandey's theatrical language is utterly distinct, such that I had to recalibrate my reading partway through and let the absurdist world of this play flow over me, rather than attempting to decode every moment. From that view, it's a gripping tale of exploitation and elusive freedom, with The Cow as reluctant hero and The Chat as her unlikely ally. One of the best translations of streaming to the stage.

"I don’t know if there is a future, I don’t know if this will become the past, I don’t even know if those two things are real."
A haunting play that, yes, is loudly about climate change, and is quietly about nearly everything else: the desire for legacy, the guilt of surviving, the disposability of the present, the absurdity of caring, the grief of losing control, the fury at the past. Six brilliant roles and huge opportunities for creative design. May it be a script remembered by all – or not.

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At the heart of Kumar's furiously well-written script is a question of how we self-define: through systems designed to dehumanize, or by dehumanizing ourselves? There is an electric energy that drives the play's loud moments (many) and its quiet ones (few, all earned). Ax and Lap make compelling anti-heroes, with goals that audiences can easily root for even as the pit in their stomach grows, the deeper and hungrier and more desperate the story gets.

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There are many moments when Johnson's script seems poised to nosedive into betrayal or cynicism, or where scenes balance on the tension of waiting for the other shoe to drop. But, while anger at a dehumanizing system and grief about lives upended are certainly at the heart of the play, what a relief to see a story that ultimately sees its flawed cast finding moments of solace in each other. Warmth without naïveté, hope without certainty.

An utterly unique script about not only the inhumanity of the immigration system, but how that system breeds a zero-sum mentality in the minds of those it harms. Are we seeking reconciliation or revenge? What abilities do we prioritize when assessing someone's "value" to a nation? Hung takes big swings at these questions in Act I, and even bigger swings in Act II. The result is a play that's remained in my mind for days after reading.

Like the best clowns, this play juggles so many balls at once: gender dysmorphia, romantic perfectionism, intergenerational grief, school bullying, digital anonymity. That it lands each of these points, while establishing some of the cleanest stage language I've ever seen used to dramatize the Internet, feels like a minor miracle. Every character is a FEAST for the actors, especially Bryson. As the play itself says, "if you don't laugh, you'll cry" – a promise, a threat, a hope.

A script with a unique balance between intensely contemporary and structurally classical, with rich character relationships that intersect at precisely the points that make for thrilling emotional conflict. The play, for all its moralizing, never argues that anyone's beliefs are "wrong" – all are flawed, in ways that different audience members will forgive, for their own reasons. Epic in scope, in scale, in depth, and in the sharpness of its gaze.

A play that laughs because it can't stand to scream any longer. Pentheus' journey in understanding their own gender opens a wider conversation about trans identity – how much of gender performance is for the self vs. other people; how much of hate is rooted in the pieces of ourselves we see reflected in others; how labels themselves can be both a liberating and constraining force, and how that can change as we mature. Not to mention, it's a sensationally funny script. A ripping good time.

One of the most tense workshop readings I've seen in some time, as the end point of the play became distressingly clear. Like "Hamlet," it's a play that feels both pointedly hesitant, and still inevitably propulsive. I kept being surprised by the turns in the plot, and yet, nothing in the play felt unsupported by what came before. A story about the myth of originality, the weight of self-loathing, the violence of needing your life to have a meaning, and...yeah, ultimately, revenge.