Word: cabaret
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...must get back to the story about "Bob's" car. After leaving L'axe Cabaret, we spent the night driving around Montreal for hours looking for a car mechanic who spoke English. We finally found one, and it turned out that we drove about 500 miles without any oil. That, I was told, would "fuck the car up." If you saw the Castrol Motor Oil commercials, you can understand what happened...
Boston's shrinking Combat Zone is in one end ofChinatown. The Naked I Cabaret, a totally nudestripjoint, is on the corner of Washington andBeach Streets. Next door is a triple-X gaytheater, and then some porn shops. Outside theNaked I, Michael Hutch asks for change. He'strying to get together seven dollars so he can buya ticket and sleep in the movie theater. "Fuckingperverts in there," he mumbles. "I just want to goand get some fucking sleep.A-12The Gate from Boston into Chinatown. Oneblock down is The Rainbow. Five to the Naked...
...ingredients of this marvelously unclassifiable entertainment, which is having a limited run ending this week at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, are a witches' brew of cabaret, silent-movie slapstick, Expressionist psychodrama, Japanese theater, lounge lizardry and high-tech wizardry. What keeps it bubbling is a melodic succession of wheezy parlor waltzes, barroom blues, moon-June pop and ersatz Kurt Weill. What gives it fizz is gallows humor, antiwar mockery, sweet sentiment and an inventiveness that more than honors the imperative laid down years ago by Sergei Diaghilev to Jean Cocteau: "Astonish...
Their hero is Wilhelm, a hapless clerk whose trousers have a way of falling to his ankles just when they shouldn't. Their Devil is Pegleg, a swallow- tailed lowlife who learned his wiles behind the footlights of some sleazy Weimar cabaret, a la Joel Grey. They are surrounded by weirdos who make the Addams Family look like the Waltons. Among them: Wilhelm's inamorata, the robotically hysterical Kathchen; her fright-wigged father Bertram; an overbearing uncle who, in a hilarious non sequitur, tells the story of how Hemingway sold the movie rights to The Snows of Kilimanjaro...
...formerly nonmusical Roundabout is also the aegis for A Grand Night for Singing, which opens this week. In its original incarnation as a black-tie cabaret act at New York City's Rainbow & Stars, it was pleasant, often witty and inventive, but slight. Adding a modicum of costumes and choreography can go only so far in making it fill a bigger stage. "Maybe the number of revivals this season is just a coincidence," says Haimes, "but I hope it's a harking back to the virtues of musicals in their heyday." Worryingly for that hope, She Loves Me is showing...