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The billboards promise Terry Fator and "His Cast of Thousands." That’s cheeky Vegas hyperbole, but there is no doubt that without his puppets — maybe not thousands, but easily a dozen — Fator never would have drawn the "America’s Got Talent" attention that led to fame and fortune on the Strip.
Scott Weston was as surprised as anyone when “An Evening at La Cage” abruptly closed on Monday night.
Michael Holly has been doing his Internet research on Branson, Mo. “I hear that’s nice,” he says.
The timing couldn’t have been better last summer when Gordie Brown was offered a chance to play sports arenas as Celine Dion’s opening act.
This sounded pretty easy. Go see "Folies Bergere" to give readers a two-month head’s up on whether they should bother to catch the venerable showgirl revue one last time before it closes March 28.
Danny Gans tunes his act with the fine touch we used to give a radio dial. And he knows what stations he is looking for.
Neil Wharton isn’t usually confused with his dad, unless he wants to be. And he wants to be this weekend, when he sings as Vince Neil in a Motley Crue tribute band.
There was Joel Murray, his tux as authentic ’60s Rat Pack as the drink and smoke in his hands. “Vegas has changed,” he joked. “You can’t use corporate credit cards for hookers anymore.”
You can see Neanderthal behavior any Las Vegas afternoon if you hover around the buffet, sports book or the blackjack table when there’s a bad beat.