Whitehorse performer Kevin Kennedy’s one-man storytelling show was dramaturged by TJ Dawe, and it has a similar esthetic to that monologue master’s works: a tale well told, interwoven with a personal epiphany.
The unassuming Kennedy proves a fine narrator, spinning a (true) story about his ill-advised solo trek through Wood Buffalo National Park, where he howls with wolves, battles bugs and faces death in the form of a buffalo. He really makes you hear the buzz of the blackflies, smell the musk of the bison and sense the majesty of the North, but where he shines is in conveying the fear he feels, not of being eaten by wild things, but of the disappointments and failures that crowd his own mind and keep him from truly living.
Kennedy occasionally falls into the singsong cadence of the solo storyteller and his tale needs a bit of tightening — a more visceral emotional climax is needed, and the wolf metaphor doesn’t quite mesh with the message — but this is a trek worth taking, no bug spray required.
— Jill Wilson