Every night we have the battle to keep The girls from taking off all their clothing. So don't go away. Who knows? Tonight we may lose the battle.
Pasty-faced and crater-eyed, behind his boldly rouged cheeks, the lone figure onstage when the footlights go up on Broadway's hit musical, Cabaret, is a garish apparition indeed. He twists his scarlet mouth into an obsequious leer as he whines the lyrics of Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome. The character has no name, no dialogue. But in Joel Grey's insinuating performance, the sleazy, empty-souled, fanny-grabbing emcee of Berlin's Kit...