“Any song in the world,” Bruno Mars challenged the audience to yell up on his opening night in the new Chelsea theater at The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas. “I just want to play around. Any song in the world …”
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The Phat Pack is maybe what you’d imagine if Broadway singers came and did a show in your living room. There’s going to be an element of fun to it, but you are still going to sit up straight and not chatter while the guy from “Les Miz” sings “Bring Him Home” right there in front of you.
You don’t have to wait for the new owner to restore Liberace’s mansion. Vegas show people are out in the suburbs, from a hypnotic light show to zombie Christmas carols.
This afternoon, old friends Tony Sacca and Denise Clemente plan to sing “Let It Snow” at Sacca’s annual “Merry Christmas Las Vegas” show, in which they have both performed most of the past 27 years.
It’s that time of year when it’s starting to be more interesting to talk about what could happen next year, including a super-team of magicians, a Teller-directed “Tempest” and a more-like-the-movie “Spider-man.”
Other old-school entertainers — Donny and Marie Osmond, Human Nature — cut and run for the month. Other shows, such as “Legends in Concert,” squeeze in a Christmas song or two. But Terry Fator goes all in.
A spoof of “Pawn Stars” headed to the Golden Nugget early next year promises a “big musical finale, and almost every Vegas cliche you can think of,” says Troy Heard, its director and co-writer. But the very idea of “Pawn Shop Live” is more like the opposite of a Vegas cliche. So is its path to a showroom.
Hypnotists are cruel bastards, but also kind of underappreciated. It’s an undeniably guilty form of voyeurism to watch Marc Savard give a guy jock itch, or Anthony Cools cast another one with “hoop burn,” causing him to dog-scoot the stage trying to put it out.
Chuck Brennan says he is a major supporter of charity events in Las Vegas, but “normally, the first thing I’m trying to do is figure out how to get the heck out of there.”