Cabaret of Murder

Blair Moro—CCFM Salle Pauline-Boutal

I wondered how much I would like this concept. People everywhere revel over the music of Michael Jackson and personally, I don’t think we should celebrate the work of a kiddie-rapist. I know; the courts found him not-guilty. However, in the interviews with the jury members afterwards, they all said they knew he did it, but in the eyes of the law, there was not enough evidence to convict him.

Now we have this show celebrating the “artistry” of convicted mass murderers. I come into every show with an open mind but I was fully prepared to hate the work, simply because I hate the authors/writers/poets, and I despise observing the work of societal maniacs.

Then I find the cast calling the works of these heinous people “shit,” and other colourful adjectives. I’m still curious as to how they came about the idea of displaying the “art” of these monsters, but all right, if we’re going to mock them for being poor efforts, I’m on board.

Unexpectedly, they call out Michael Jackson for the child molester that he is! Okay, now you won me over and I can just sit back, relax, and have a good time—and despite the macabre background, there were some good times.

Ray Yuen