What They Say about Pochsy:

A miracle of bitter hope... Hines has tapped into the confusion and alienation unique to our age and mined a work of gossamer charm and deadly power... Pochsy is part of the light that keeps us laughing as we plunge into the darkness. Beckett would have fallen for her.
(Simon Houpt, Eye Weekly, Toronto)

To be in love with Pochsy, as I am, is an exquisitely perverse addiction. Karen Hines's character, with her breathlessly innocent voice, butterfly lashes, and Cupid's-bow mouth is as gorgeous as the ghost of a silent film star and as rancid as the corpse.  She's like a disease you want to get  in the hopes that it will purge something bigger.
(Colin Thomas, The Georgia Straight)

Hilarious and harrowing... A walking, singing, dancing embodiment of designer nihilism... Wrapping disturbing and macabre content in the slick, heart-tugging package of popular song and advertising, her comedy has the rare ability to make the audience laugh while feeling queasy.
(Jill Lawless, Now Magazine, Toronto)

If Samuel Beckett had written Fast Times at Ridgemont High, he might have come up with something like the title character of Pochsy’s Lips... Ingenious, acidic comedy... A hallucinatory, ultra-feminine, living corpse.
(Chris Dafoe, The Globe & Mail)

Toronto’s Karen Hines is an astonishing artist, both as a writer and a performer. Her acid meditation on our modern confusion, narcissistic tendencies and market-driven hunger for the quick-fix comes via ...the the murky labyrinth of Pochsy’s brain. You will laugh, a lot, and Pochsy will help you be dismayed at your laugh lines.
(Liz Nicholls, Edmonton Journal)

Pochsy is a must-see, a blend of charm and vitriol who traipses blithely over mercury-traced waters. A master of direct address, able to entrance an audience with a simple stare, she skewers middle class aspirations and consumer obsessions with poison-tipped arrows and relentless slings.
(Chris Winsor, Theatrum Canada)

This apocalyptic vision of Clara Bow and Betty Boop ... is the most intriguing female creation to hit the stage in a long time... A coy, seductive, bitingly funny muse. Miss it at your peril.
(Edmonton Sun)

Pure poetry spun smooth as silk ... Imagine Greek Tragedy by Betty Boop.
(Montreal Gazette)

The face of Clara Bow and the heart of Joan Crawford ... Such a sweet face, such a wicked wit.
(Toronto Star)

A brilliant gem, sparkling with wit and dramatic impact.
(Vancouver Province)

Wicked, original and superb.
(Denver Rocky Mountain News)

A gem that’s funny as hell. Run to see it.
(Vancouver Sun)

I laughed. I cried. I called my friends.
(Saint Paul Pioneer Press)