Holly Madison is the first to agree, “It’s totally crazy the way fame works these days.”
Mike Weatherford
It’s hard to say which is more predictable: Las Vegas summer heat or the afternoon shows that let you escape it.
It just had to be a false alarm when the Criss Angel building wrap started coming off the Luxor last week. Turns out the “Believe” sign is just being moved.
Oh sure. Everyone wants to see it now.
Las Vegas may never shed its reputation as a guy’s party town where women are commodified — but well-paid — dancin’ dolls in cabaret shows, strip clubs and nightclubs.
David Copperfield doesn’t need much advertising to fill 650 seats in the MGM Grand’s Hollywood Theatre. But the lack of ballyhoo means that only the bad news goes national.
He has walked on water and been dragged by hooks through his back on a helicopter ride over the Valley of Fire. But today, Criss Angel stands to do something he has never done before: sell his first ticket on the Strip.
In early 2006, Las Vegas-based actress Paige O’Hara, the voice of Belle in Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast,” signed on to “Menopause The Musical” as a hormonal soap star with an appetite for younger men.
R-J entertainment columnist Mike Weatherford writes Thursday on a moment of Zen from Terry Lewis: “What is is built on what was, and what will be is built on what was and what is. And we’ll just go from there.” Lewis is talking about The Time, the party-funk band from the Prince school whose original lineup has reunited this summer for three engagements at the Flamingo Las Vegas.
