Fringe review: Game of Crohn’s

Game of Crohn’s, 3 stars out of 5, Stage 9, Telus Phone Museum

Game of Crohn’s, 3 stars out of 5, Stage 9, Telus Phone Museum

Game of Crohn’s

• Stage 9, Telus Phone Museum

• 3 stars out of 5

“As for the toilet onstage,” comes an announcement up top, “this one’s private.”

Nice to know!

Be warned: if you are for some reason triggered by scatological conversation, neither this one-man autobiographical play, nor this review, will be much for you. With service to the community in mind, let’s here endeavour to keep things much less spatter-y than the story-woven floors beneath Dan B. Rosen’s repeatedly humorous tale of biological discomfort and bowel obstruction, hair loss and difficulties maintaining romantic relationships, occasionally quoting instead more sanitized lines like “follow the brown brick road” and “Battle of Backwater Butt” to demonstrate the general level upon which we’re perched and, if you wish, squatting.

So, yes, this is a story about how a self-proclaimed privileged white guy, me-proclaimed likeable enough, ended up going to the hospital numerous times in his formative years because of, well, let’s just keep the spoilers outside the synonymic dump.

It’s a diary-entry sort of play where the anecdotes are funny enough, the sort you’d hear at the bar where the next person would be, like, “Oh yeah, well this one time after I ate a Taco Bell burrito” in a dour game of one-upmanship, which Rosen mostly avoids by telling stories of how his life overseas in school in Denmark saw him thrive inside a far superior medical system. This, and all the butt stuff, make it a learning experience. I know more about Crohn’s now — but mostly I know more about Rosen.

I will say, given the number of people in the audience laughing at particularly specific medical and situational jokes, that if you’re what Rosen calls a “crohnie,” this just might be exactly the sort of niche release to uh flush your uh …

Well, you get the message, time to log off.

— Fish Griwkowsky