A recent conversation reminded me
of the time I saw Cabaret on it's shorter second visit to San Francisco
in 2001. I was telling my friend Donna at the time that the first SF run
and the NY setup had attendees in front sit in cabaret tables so it was as if
they were in a cabaret and the cabaret dancers get up close. I
commented that we would just have to settle for a non-interactive show in
the front row.
At the start of Act 2, it opened
with the emcee walking in front with the curtain still down. The
spotlights followed him walking towards stage right and he was looking
directly at us and the next thing you know, the spotlight hit us from above.
I knew I didn't like the way he was eying us. Oh CRAP I thought.
He started talking to Donna telling her "I like your skirt. Can you
take it off so I can wear it?" Then he turned his attention to
look at me and asked with a wink, "Is that your boyfriend, because
he's CUTE." The comment was followed by the emcee
propositioning us by telling us to go backstage with him so we can make a
sandwich. The moment was VERY EMBARRASSING.
Finally he took the focus off of
us and on the people in the balcony and waved to them saying "Hello poor
people!" So much for the non-interactive comment.