Here Lies Henry
On the surface Here Lies Henry is just one more in a seemingly infinite series of confessional one-man shows, the evidence of our narcissistic age. But this is a solo show with a difference. For one, the man who bares his soul--Henry Tom Gallery--is the fictional creation of Canadian playwright Daniel MacIvor. Moreover, Gallery is a pathological liar--and he isn't afraid to admit it, a confession that immediately tangles this monologue in one of the paradoxes logicians love. This is only the most obvious paradox, however, in a show that's full of clever tricks, comical evasions, and informative asides, which somehow reveal more of the truth--about Gallery, about life, about performing--than if MacIvor had straightforwardly told Gallery's rather routine story of love gone wrong. Here Lies Henry is at once a heartfelt portrait of a man so devastated by the loss of his lover that he can't really talk about it and a wise, witty, tongue-in-cheek deconstruction of a genre that's become a mainstay of our onanistic era, which sees one as a couple and two as a crowd. Athenaeum Theatre, 2936 N. Southport, 773-722-5463. Opens Tuesday, February 17, 7:30 PM. Through February 22: Wednesday-Thursday, 7:30 PM; Friday-Saturday, 8 PM; Sunday, 3 PM. $18. --Jack Helbig
Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): photo by Guntar Kravis.