I know it’s kind of perverse, but I left This is Cancer feeling a little sorry for the disease. Well, sorry for the disease as imagined by talented funny-man Bruce Horak, who brings cancer to life as a gap-toothed, long-legged, lamé-clad lump. The premise of the show is that cancer believes himself to be beloved, and with all the T-shirts, events and websites with his name on them, why wouldn’t he? When he learns from the audience that he is actually despised, he leaves the stage in a huff with Festival Artistic Director Charlie Rhindress in tow. A very funny argument ensues outside the theatre space, and cancer grudgingly returns. (Probably the only time in history that that’s seen as a good thing!) Cancer is not funny, as Horak himself can attest since he has lost an eye and his father to it, but it is cathartic to laugh at—-and with—-it. Between the song and dance bits there are some very moving moments, making this show both entertaining, thought provoking and surprisingly uplifting.

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