'It takes confidence or courage to perform an entire dance piece, for the best part of 20 minutes, perched on a stool. Hanna Wroblewski lacks neither requirement. Placed on this pedestal, a few feet from the ground, she is a silver screen siren; voluptuous in a Grecian gown, slowly revolving, shyly shielding her face from view.The glamour of Hollywood’s Golden Age is encapsulated by the body of Mae West and the hair of Rita Hayworth; but wrapped in a puzzling performance that also evokes the intrigue of Wroblewski’s long-deceased compatriot, Marlene Dietrich'
'That was a truly fabulous premiere #moreplease '
'Hanna enjoyed an equally tentative, uncertain and even consciously hazardous exploration of what she might safely – and less safely – do without ever descending from her precarious pedestal: (...) It bespoke a painfully distorted and hard-won freedom for even the most modern young woman.'
'Wroblewski plays a very public figure to the music of her very private thoughts. (..) finding just enough breath and just the right notes, not selling dreams but wrapping them up as gifts.'
'In a misty scene, Hanna Wroblewski stands tall, with her back to us, on a high stool. Her white dress and pure red hair draw the imagery of a nymph. (...) Contrary to the title she really sold a dream to me.'
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