We might have soldiered on had it not been a school night, but, man, it was grueling. The performances were fine (headlined by Amanda Palmer as Emcee) but the production heavily underlined anything it could to evoke . . . something but I'm not sure what. The decadence (black underwear, Palmer in an uncovered breast-binder and a cock in her pants) made me think of what Cliff, the Christopher Isherwood character, says to Sally Bowles: "Are you trying to shock me?" And the Kit Kat dancers as soulless zombies walking through the audience toward a glaring light reminded me of a production I once saw of
But still--to miss the second act. I fear I have offended the critical gods and will somehow be punished for this.