When in the audience, I like it when plays put demands on me. Questions left unanswered, sudden blackouts, genre switches, the feeling that breaking eye contact with a soliloquizing actor would somehow let them down. When the play’s purpose is worthwhile and its production has responsibly unleashed it upon the world, I would nine times out of ten prefer to feel like my work has just begun when a show is over than feel content and easy. It’s probably for the best, then, that I’m writing for Stage Left now. If you are reading this blog post, you are likely quite aware that a play produced by Stage Left is going to give you something to think about. You might even leave our spaces a different