Adolescence is a time given to mythical epiphanies. The first five minutes of Bob Fosse’s Cabaret movie are among such illuminating moments for me. When Liza unhooked the door chain to show Michael York her room, I immediately fell under her spell. And Michael’s too.
After that, whenever I saw a brunette with black bangs at a party, I would rush to make her my new best friend. These girls invariably turned out to be super nice. So I can understand how her first husband was a homosexual.