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.
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.
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.
We’re now in that time of year that usually involves extended family time, and the resulting thin line between endearing and annoying. And so it is with the Tommy Wind magic show.
’Tis the season. The low season, if you ask most Scroogey show producers, but a special time for a few Las Vegas Charlie Browns.
According to a 2011 New York Times piece, Cirque du Soleil head Guy Laliberte once fielded a call from his friend Bono of U2, asking him to invest in the “Spider-Man” musical he and The Edge were writing songs for.
The Popovich Comedy Pet Theater hasn’t changed a lot in seven years, and doesn’t really need to.
You can guess what the last song will be, but not that it will begin with a Rolling Stone quote displayed on the massive video screen: “I don’t want to be singing ‘Do Ya Think I’m Sexy’ at 50 and become a parody of myself.”
This year’s “Soul Train Awards” will originate from Las Vegas for the second year in a row, but most locals will watch the show where they are used to seeing it: on TV.
