Sweet, vapid, and venomous, Pochsy is an eerily charming embodiment of all that’s gone bats in the world. She used to work at Mercury Packers. Where she packed mercury. Now her employer has moved offshore and Pochsy must grapple with God’s broken promise of a five-star future. This is a night sea journey on an unnaturally sparkling river. Harrowing and high speed, Pochsy IV unboxes precarity, consumer obsessions, and the future of humankind.

Combining such disparate elements as magical realism, satire and horror, this monologue follows the award-winning trilogy The Pochsy Plays, which have travelled internationally. But you do not need to have read them to grasp Pochsy IV.  Pochsy can’t remember that far back – why should you? 

What they say about Pochsy:

‘Imagine Greek Tragedy by Betty Boop.’ – Montreal Gazette

‘To be in love with Pochsy, as I am, is an exquisitely perverse
addiction … She's like a disease you want to get in the hopes
that it will purge something bigger.’ 
– The Georgia Straight

‘Hilarious and harrowing … A walking, singing, dancing embodiment of
designer nihilism ... Her comedy has the rare ability to make you laugh
while feeling queasy.’ – NOW

Ingenious, acidic comedy ... a hallucinatory ultra-feminine living corpse. 
– The Globe & Mail

I laughed, I cried, I called my friends.

– Minneapolis-St.Paul Pioneer Press

One of the little gems of Canadian theatre.

– Toronto Star