Cabaret

Bawdy and rambunctious, sultry and sly, bent over the back of a chair, you guessed it… Watching Shotgun’s Cabaret is like spying through a keyhole into the delirious and extravagant world of the Weimar Republic. Bra straps and garters are only the outer layer of a steamy underworld electrified by the turmoil and doom that bears down on Berlin in the early ’30s.