Clad in his trusty tweed sportcoat and oozing boozed-up bravado, crack insurance investigator Grant Canyon is hot on the trail of big laughs. Along the way, he bumbles into femme fatales, stolen jewels and a sojourn to outer space with a suitcase of unmarked bills. Even Leonid Brezhnev makes a surprise guest appearance, at the goofily gonzo climax.
As you can guess, this is nothing more (or less) than a slapsticky romp through film noir tropes, and Vancouver’s Ryan Gladstone just nails it in his solo show. His last Grant Canyon caper enjoyed a sold-out run here in 2012, and this edition should draw similar crowds.
Sure, there’s a body count and some menacing drug lords, but it’s mostly inoffensive stuff — and Gladstone is gloriously gung-ho, in total command of the stage (he smoothly turned a forgotten line on opening night into one of the biggest laughs of the show) and a whole lot of fun to watch.
— Melissa Martin