Here Lies Henry - very cool play, don't miss it, it's going fast

There's a 1 hour and 15 minute play happening down at the Usine C, in English, called Here Lies Henry that I'd deem worthy of the $26 admission. If you've never been to the Usine C, it's an old factory just south of Ontario on that warm and fuzzy strip somewhere just west of Papineau, it's a large but welcoming space with an equally hard-to-find cafe in the back that buzzes prior to shows. I've never seen a bad play there. The site lines are good, seats are comfy, although perhaps a tad more leg room would help and the sound and lighting are superior.  
   As for the play itself: Henry - created and acted by Daniel Brooks, 48, is chatty gay man who starts off with a lot of nervous "umming" - the three rules of public speaking he says, are "never say 'um', never apologize and never say anyway." He then breaks the rules countless times and finally gets into gear to discuss his various disjointed observations on the experience of life. He slowly and in an increasingly endearing manner sews a crazy quilt of observation, explaining the various types of liar, the worst being the pathological liar, which "can lead to craziness" (much clever echo on that last word). The worst type of lie is the universal lie, which are the ones that we all share. His narrative is like a speeding train constantly derailing and returning to the course. At one moment he's discussing how time and beauty are at constant war and then he explains that the only response to someone calling you from the other room expecting you to come is to "stab them with a butter knife" a gesture that can be justified on four reasons which he gets into in detail, he then goes on Robin Williamsesque manic prevaricatory binge confessing to such misdeeds as giving the video camera to Carla Homolka, and teaching the 911 terrorists to fly because he hates smug New York. He bums a cigarette from an audience member, dances to CeCe Peniston's Finally and brings you on a trip to the final destination, allowing you to enjoy the manic ride along the way. He notes that we all come from a dark place into light and then return from light to dark. He then explains what happens after death, you rise from your body and then bounce off your ceiling and then your maternal grandmother aged 18 - who you don't recognize because you never saw at that age - walks you somewhere else, the post-mortem events which await us apparently includes getting to go into your best friend's closet and try on all his clothes.
   The audience was clearly delighted at this very tight, yet unpredictable romp with this self-deprecating seemingly aimless persona of little conventional virtue yet whose rap is both insightful, pithy and hilarious. You've really got to get down and see this thing, it's quite a mindfuck. It's only on from 29 November to 2 December, so you've really got to get down there or dial 521-6002.
   I seem to have misplaced a post on Vincent River at the Quat'sous on Pine, it's currently running, I would think. It's in French but based in East End London play and tells of a young gay man blamelessly murdered in the park by thugs. That too includes some spellbinding acting but ultimately is a less enjoyable experience than the offering at Usine C.