What I liked
Dagmar’s ability to find joy and absurdity in the terrors of genocide and familial strife is a true pleasure to witness; her wisdom in locating the sources of her lived frustrations makes the process of auto-ethnography seem fluid and attainable, which it rarely is; in trying to make sense of her life and emotional world, Dagmar shows the audience how to reveal what we may want to keep hidden, but really rather ought to make known.
What I didn't like
There were occasional tonal shifts (from melodrama to humor) that seemed too choreographed to have occurred naturally, in real-time, but Dagmar’s intense empathy for her family (and herself) allowed even these moments to feel vital.
My overall impression
A haunting (and hilarious) reflection on the ghosts inherited from the holocaust, Dagmar occupied her body and the body of her parents with an immersive physicality that kept the audience riveted.
