Lola Arias has brought together real British and Argentinian veterans from the Falklands War, and created a piece that not only bears witness to their devastating experiences of a bloody, nasty, and contentious war, but enables us to see healing happen before our very eyes.
Ben, the protagonist of Jesse Eisenberg's play, might feel familiar. He's a rich white dude who wants to be an artist, but actually spends most of his time getting stoned in an apartment bought for him by his dad.
The play is framed around the five stages of drowning, which are described to us in forensic detail as each new act begins. Inside each act, inside Ophelia's room, we gradually see her fighting back against a life in which women are supposed to be grateful when they are lovebombed by sociopaths.
If Yen is trying to tell us one thing, it is that people become brutalized by a system that neglects them, but we can all have a chance if someone or something can remind us that we're not invisible, that we do have something to offer the world.
Caryl Churchill's latest play, Escaped Alone, is magnificent. It has all the qualities that mark her out as the greatest living playwright - it's funny, it's complicated, and it's sinister. But what's also important is that this is a play about four women in their 70s, sitting in a garden. It's revolutionary.
Carol is too emotionally exhausting for an immediate repeat viewing, but I want one. I want a second chance to hear all the unsaid words, to notice all the secret glances, the hopeful hands reaching out to nothing.
By all means take a pinch of Romeo and Juliet to show that falling in love when you are a teenager makes you think you can do anything in the world, but also makes you sort of want to die. But it all gets a bit out of hand when you bring contracting TB into the equation.
I'm not going to go on First Dates. And I'll tell you why. Because I'm not up for having to eat a meal with a man with an oppressive beard who wants to do Jager bombs during a civilized meal as if he's out on the freshers lash at three in the morning.
I think one day in the future someone is going to write a blog about an interpretative dance piece that contains what all of our faces looked like when we watched the news this week. But until that time comes, these are my cultural shenanigans from the past seven days.
I am convinced that human ingenuity is unbounded, and that the transition from a fossil fuel-based global energy system to a world powered by clean and green technologies is both possible and affordable. As with previous technological revolutions, there is profit to be made, and the markets will drive developments.