Berlin in the 1920s. Not Melbourne in 2012.
Look, I don’t want to sound churlish about this and I’m sure the people behind this disturbing phenomenon are well intentioned and everything, but there seems to be an outbreak of cabaret shows in Melbourne at the moment*.
If I want to see women in their undies doing bad bump-and-grind-numbers, I can pop down to my local – the beer’s cheaper and you don’t have to put up with people telling you how “transgressive” it all is.
But if you’re contemplating a night out in Melbourne, I’d have a very careful look at the advertising material.
If it includes the phrases;
- Kurt Weill,
- Weimar Republic,
- Bertolt Brecht or
- Pre-war Berlin
then I’d spend your hard-earned on something a bit more interesting.
Watching paint dry, I’m told, is a more than viable alternative.
* Rather similar to the great acapella plague of the early 1990s. Fair dinkum, you couldn’t move in inner-city Melbourne at the time without some damn acapella group launching themselves at you.