Word: cabaret
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Rumania, where he comes to think of himself as "a sort of low-flying U-2," Bech attends an underground cabaret that features an endless number of variety acts, including an East German girl in a cowboy outfit singing Dip in the Hot of Texas. Humor at the expense of literal or imprecise translation is rampant. An admirer slathering to translate Bech into Bulgarian asks, "You are not a wet writer, no. You are a dry writer...
Understanding heals. The wounds and balms of the human condition are so commonplace that men eventually experience them without noticing. It is only when art magnifies truth that audiences become aware of it-and of themselves. One of the most powerful magnifiers currently in use is a cabaret show with the unwieldy title, Jacques Brel Is Alive and Well and Living in Paris...
...lurches out of control. The carousel spins elliptically, dangerously, until the singer reaches an unbearable frenzy -and shatters. Audiences that witness such tours de force know what it must have been like in the '30s, when the young Lotte Lenya sang the works of Brecht and Weill, and cabaret fused with...
...with Cabaret, Prince took these innovations a step further. This musical, based on Christopher Isherwood's Berlin Stories, had an emcee (Joel Grey), ? ? nothing to do with the work's plot-or other characters. Still, he had a large percentage of the musical's songs-numbers uninte grated into the action, merely commenting upon it. The device worked brilliantly and, in the process, went a long way towards undoing the modernizing Richard Rodgers and friends had done twenty-five years earlier. With 1968's Zorba, Prince continued the device-in the form of a Greek chorus-and, this time, even...
...stage-her natural habitat -realize that she is a diffident, dignified woman with a whimsical intelligence. She comes on with almost no preliminary patter, precious little makeup and a gown and a hairdo she does herself. There is none of the oppressive overproduction that is now the vogue in cabaret acts-the choreography down to the last twitch, the scripting of every gasp, the obtrusive gags. Any quips are her own and perhaps a little limp, but honest. During her recent stint at Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria, she delivered herself of some extemporaneous antiwar sentiments, then added: "Mr. Agnew...