There’s nothing that makes you more inspired (and slightly spooked) than a story about identity, the self unknown, regret, and unrequited love (my personal favorite “big three” for delightful nightmare topics). Leaving La MaMa theater after watching The Iguana Becomes Marco in its short run was just like that: a delightful nightmare. Maybe one that you want to end at times but you’re too invested in the rich content of its plot to wake up, definitely one you won’t forget.

Team Benito was awarded spectacle and earnest passion amidst a foreshadowed game and political diversions.

Where were you back when being an adult became “adulting”? How many times have you proclaimed that “you’re just a girl” in the face of inconvenient responsibility? And are you often called back to the incoherent sitcom advice of Carrie and Miranda or Abbi and Ilana? In the mid-2010s, television peaked for twenty-something comedies that gave levity and brilliance to the messiness of this era in life. Broad City , Girls, and the oh-so-rewatched SATC taught us that friendship could survive (and...