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...DEBAUCHED atmosphere of the German nightclub scene before World War Two, a young American singer loses her mind and her baby. A Jew, a widow, a writer and a whore try to make sense out of their lives, but a Nazi outsmarts them all. When nothing remains but the cozy Kit Kat Club, the Master of Ceremonies tears the bandages from everyone's eyes, revealing the ugliness of their lives...
Playwright John van Druten dresses up Nazism in cabaret clothes, spotlighting the rise of the political party on the stage of a nightclub. The specter of Nazism looms over Berlin, transforming the frantic pursuit of pleasure in the cabaret from an escape into a form of participation in the new cause. As Cabaret progresses, the interspersed dance numbers lose their decadent innocence and turn into vicious political diatribes...
...next level is Metaphysical. Gideon holds conversations with a mysterious and beautiful Lady in White in a ghostly nightclub, surrounded by vaudevillian props and masks out of his past. They provide running commentary on the Physical level and play illuminating word association games. This is lazy writing, made even more irritating by its artsiness. If Fosse and Aurthur knew how to integrate psychological observations into the lines themselves (which is what drama is all about), they wouldn't need to have characters look into the screen and say, "You're this, Joe; you're that, Joe." They would show...
Granted, Martin's acting talent surfaces periodically, especially when he adopts the mien of one of his reportoire of nightclub personalities. A few minutes of film, chronicling Navin's first job as a gas station attendant in St. Louis, for example, allow Martin to strut his stuff on familiar territory; but those short scenes are eclipsed by Martin's overall prostitution of his skills in the better (or worse, as the case may be) part of The Jerk...
...emigre and town sage. "He shook people's hands and he came and drank with us. I will vote for Carter," Vasilios says as he sips his Michelob. His mother-in-law Pauline, a beautiful vibrant blonde woman, nods in agreement. Their bar is also a restaurant, cafe and nightclub--an area of the floor has been cleared for dancing and occasional couples parade their togetherness to a Kenny Rogers tune that was not meant for slow dancing. Pauline, the bartender, worked in the town's shoemills for thirty years. "I think Carter is handling things well. It took...