“Do you want to talk about it?” one sympathetic friend asks another in “The D* Word.”
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You may not have heard of Tommy Wind, but he’s a magician on the Strip. Don’t ask me if he’s any good. Gotta admit, I haven’t seen his show.
A “Dancing Queen” will have a larger presence on the Strip come September, even though you still have to wait until January to see “Mamma Mia!” again.
I saw “Ka” again Tuesday under circumstances nobody wanted, but no tragedy could take away what I would describe as the limitless feeling it still inspires.
You can quibble with numbers but the big picture is undeniable: Headline The Mirage as a comedian, and you are in some high-dollar company.
“Priscilla Queen of the Desert” turned out to be a very bad idea with a good one still wrapped inside its dress. At least, Broadway fans should hope so.
The British progressive rock band Yes held its ground with a faithful audience on Friday, filling about the same two-thirds(ish) of the Pearl at the Palms as the band did with the same sparse stage production last summer, when Jon Davison was first introduced to local audiences.
Make no mistake. Veronic DiCaire is an amazing impressionist.
Louie Anderson fields a lot of audience questions about the TV diving contest “Splash,” and one of them is almost always whether he is still diving.
Man wearing dress. Mystic space between heaven and Earth? Or cheap hotel with no ballroom?
Not so long ago, the Riviera was spilling over with shows. There was the historic main showroom, plus three smaller ones upstairs (sometimes double-booked) and three or four more sharing its enclosed lounge.
“It’s a thrill to see the birth of an artist,” says Rene Angelil.
There are way too many talent contests on TV now, but still there’s one I kind of miss: the one for celebrity impersonators called “The Next Best Thing.”
Standing onstage to introduce a May 7 press preview of “Michael Jackson One,” co-directors Jamie King and Welby Altidor kept repeating “June 29,” almost like a mantra to reassure themselves there was still time.
I knew what Earl Turner was doing Tuesday night: watching his son Aaron tap his way into the top 20 of the Fox competition “So You Think You Can Dance.”
There was a time when most Las Vegas entertainment could be described as peering into the inner head space of a drag queen.
I’m not sure if Judge Linda Riegle is a fan of magic shows, but I can say she is a tough crowd.
I guess there is one little area where Ron Futrell and I are in agreement. We both thought Bill Maher’s stand-up material was a little dated last weekend at the Palms.
Boxers or briefs?
Producer David King says he learned enough about Las Vegas in the past year to put together “a business course on how to open a show in Las Vegas and what to do if you get kicked out of your venue: Follow these six rules.”
On Thursday, Showtime restores to its rightful glory the world-famous Plaza showroom, once the proud home of “Nudes on Ice,” “Natalie Needs a Nightie” and “Mind with the Dirty Man.”
The Jabbawockeez flip the switch from black and white to color in their new show “Prism.” But really, the whole effort at Luxor brings that “Oz”-like illumination.
Four women voicing their shared challenges and frustrations through classic pop tunes? Sounds like that “M”-word show, but this time it’s “The D*Word.”
Smart tourists in any town should ask, where do the locals hang? Where do you go when you get off work?
The Scintas have been out of the Las Vegas tourist zone for a few years. So if you forgot what an old-Vegas show band is, or what it can pack into a half-hour, let’s catch you up: