Alice tumbles down a rabbit hole into a kaleidoscopic fever dream where nursery-rhyme whimsy collides with late‑night cabaret. The 1976 production—slick with polyester glam, neon-lit sets, and a lounge‑singer Cheshire Cat—reimagines Lewis Carroll’s nonsense as a hedonistic revue for grown-ups: satin corsets, fractured waltzes, and jazz‑basslines that slither through scenes of distorted etiquette. This Alice isn’t lost so much as deliberately adventurous; her curiosity leads to seductive tea parties where flirtation is choreography and rules dissolve into satin and smoke.
