Oh! Calcutta!

Oh! Calcutta!Taking one's clothes off in public, or having emphatic opinions about people who do, may not ultimately save the American theater, but it has worked wonders for the cocktail party, an even shakier institution that depends for survival on periodic infusions of hip blood to stimulate conversation. Beyond question, topic A for the year thus far is Oh! Calcutta! (reviewed in Playboy last month), the nude revel that was anathema to many New York critics, a few of whom sounded sufficientl...