Responding to an audience question during his Planet Hollywood Resort show, Meat Loaf recalls a promise he made to Italian horror director Dario Argento about an acting role: “I’ll give you everything I’ve got.”
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Next Wednesday at least, the KriStef Brothers will be genuine Vegas stars, playing to 7,000 seats in the MGM Grand Garden.
It sure did seem like a long walk from the center of The Orleans stage to its wings.
The new disco-Abba tribute “Dancing Queen” made me realize Las Vegas no longer forces me to spend a lot of time thinking about camp, and whether it’s better when it’s knowing or unintentional.
This Friday, Andy Walmsley should be the most popular guy in the Las Vegas entertainment community.
If they can’t make the entertainment new and different, how about the places where we see it?
I’m not sure how to feel about this: There is so much going on in “X Rocks,” I would forget from time to time that I was looking at topless women.
“America’s Got Talent” always promises its winner will become “a Las Vegas headliner.” But this year it looks as though the fourth-place TV finisher will be the first to play Las Vegas solo billed.
Still not sure if Britney barfed. But even if the helicopter ride was shaky, the pop princess has finally touched down in the desert, and soon we’ll learn more about the future of live entertainment in Las Vegas.
Talk about single-name gay nirvana. Celine. Bette. Liza. Cher.
It took a long time for Mo5aic to open its own show in Las Vegas. But the group at least waited long enough for a cappella to be cool.
Twenty dancers burn their way through the title song of “Dancing Queen,” proving the British producer has not made a shallow promise to deliver “a huge amount of energy” in a “bigger, glitzier, sexier” version than the dance revue’s first incarnation on the Strip.
The court feud over the entertainment offered in a nightclub called The Act reminds me of a favorite “Beavis and Butt-head” quote: “That was beyond the limits of good taste.”
Resilience is one thing, but creativity is another.
What an old-school way to promote two of Las Vegas’ top-shelf headliners: new music.
“Peepshow” is set to close today. But fear not, fans of topless casino entertainment. Angela Stabile is watching out for you.
Jeanie Linders, the creator of “Menopause The Musical” noted recently that the title subject used to be “something women didn’t talk about.”
A dubious honor? Maybe. But after years in the comedy trenches, Warren Durso is owning his title of “Ugliest Comic in America.”
“We are the bad boys of hand balancing,” the KriStef Brothers proclaim on “America’s Got Talent.”
It wasn’t first with the acrobatics-on-water idea. But “Le Reve” still came up with an idea Cirque du Soleil probably wishes it had first.
Good thing “strip” has double meaning, or “Men of the Strip” would be getting a bit ahead of itself.
“No one sings like you anymore.”
The oldest theme in comedy: Airlines? Vegas buffets? Yo’ mama?
If you don’t believe hypnosis is real, don’t talk to Marc Savard’s wife, Joanna, for a while.
Dondino gets officially “welcomed back” with a fundraising event today. If he doesn’t recognize the Las Vegas where he once sang every day, he’s used to it.