I'd say so, about his wife. She's a playwright, isn't she? And I hear a very good one, at that. Personally, I suppose (if I can modestly consider myself verbal and intellectual) it's the desire to look beyond the surface. If he was just a pretty face and a killer body, I'd not be so pathetically loyal. I'm a sucker for musicians; that's always going to be where he gets me. And I do believe I also fall into the category of a fan who is also poking fun at herself. Without a doubt.
Cabaret - that's what the production was meant to do. I loved taking first-timers with me when I went back, because I loved being there to experience their reactions to it... it was all the same. They stared at me, huge eyes, wondering what they'd just seen. My CD just ended. Even just listening to the finale still breaks my heart.
"In here, life is beautiful.
The girls are beautiful.
Even the orchestra.... is beautiful." And it all came crashing down.
I wish there was still stuff like this. Such a shame.
Okay, I promise I'll stop being so morbid.
A work of art is an invitation to love.