Recommended by Jarred Corona

Make sure to figure out some zucchini snacks or cocktails when you put on this wonderful new-adult play from PMW. Man is landing on the moon, exchanging delicious vegetables, dying in war, and maybe even falling in love. It is hard to be young. It's hard to be any age. We are always coming of age, with all the difficulties of growth that come with such a thing. The future looms. It's here. What do we do? It's terrifying... but we have to step forward. We must. Maybe, just maybe, it'll work out.

Sometimes you read something so delightfully silly, you get a bit annoyed that you're not watching the antics play out on stage before you. I would fully enjoy an entire series of similar plays. There's fun here for all involved. The audience will be cry-laughing, the actors will be buzzing with energy, and who doesn't want to choreograph an intense pool noodle fight? We all need a good giggle. If you're looking for one, you definitely need to dive into Save Hamlet! It's a roaring good time.

Every now and then, I'll finish a play and simply go, "Wow, wow, wow." Marshall Logan Gibbs play is a tour de force. The unending energy and ever-increasing stakes will keep you glued to the page and the stage until suddenly it's over. We have a habit of dehumanizing famous people by making them into either monsters or saints. A saint's sins must be forgotten. A monster's miracles, too. Such is a curse of history. But Gibbs makes clear: to make things better, we have to sit in the mess.

Sometimes life sucks. People hurt you. You hurt people. You fall in love and love hurts too. This play is like a turbulent relationship. It starts with smiles. You get infatuated with the characters and the drama. Then it hurts and backslides. But Phillip Middleton Williams sneaks in at the end to whisper that life is not simply pain. There's always tomorrow. Love returns. We can try again.

A wonderful meal of a show filled with great physicality and language any actor would love to devour.

There are moments in this script that sent tear-welling chills through my body. I can only imagine they'd be more potent on-stage. Sometimes, we find something that saves us. We cling to it... and it hurts us. Then it saves us again and hurts us again. We risk falling in love with the hurt, because to be hurt means we can be saved.

I went into this unfamiliar with any of the subjects, but now I have an urge to go watch some cartoons and wonder about their creators. A lovely piece of theatre.

There's a song by Brandi Carlile called "Fulton County Jane" all about how horrid it is to lose one's name and, with it, much of our history. Caruso, much like Dr. Rossi, advocates for the dead. Mummies are but humans, with names and pasts and hopes once held. To save the dead and to help them find something more than anonymity and ash, that's an act of kind love.

The ending line is guaranteed to make you smile.

I was going to write about how sweet I found this play, but then a certain sadness hit me. Sometimes hope is presented in such nostalgic sweetness, it hits you like sadness. Robert Weibezahl says lost connections can be found again. The sad moments of today can bring a laugh decades in the future. We all grow old. The universe will send us friends to help when we sit with loss. Cookies meant for a season can be present the whole year. We are not bound. Life comes. Happiness comes. We find light. I quite liked this short

It's rare for me to actually laugh out loud at a joke in a script... But the comedy milked here out of the word librarian? That alone is worth a production. I covered my face with my hands and needed a second. Then it happened again! Absolutely delightful

Sometimes you read a play and you know your life won't be complete until you get to direct it or act in it. The play starts as a nice dark comedy. I was amused at the "The Pillowman" of it all. Much like McDonough, Soucy knows comedy makes the falls that much steeper. Light makes the darkness darker. You laugh. You look at the pretty colors. Populism sneaks up on society. It pokes at anger. It steals your face. It drives you to bloodlust and violence. Come and shed your masks. Cower at our violence. Fantastic work

Often when we see men abuse their power in pursuit of justice, a little voice pops out of the work. It gleefully points at horrid actions and says, "Don't you see? They're necessary evils." Jack Bauer attempts to turn torture into Superman catching a falling innocent. Here, Rachel Feeny-Williams summons that voice. She lets it whisper, but she doesn't leave it be. A spotlight hits it. Our eyes stay on the characters through tense scenes, but really, we're watching ~it~. "Do the ends justify the means? If 'justice' requires injustice... what then?" How ugly is the voice? Excellent crime thriller.